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“Maybe the heart is part of the mist.” Paul Simon
Speaking Softly The piercing cold on a blade of grass is lifting now, a plume of breath so light and silent as kindness meditation unspoken, speaking softly to my true self. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation write a piece of prose which must include the line –
“In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea.” from ‘Meditation In Sunlight’ by May Sarton.
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Meditation
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“Breathe and let be.” John Kabat-Zinn
In This Moment
In space, in time, I sit thousands of feet above the sea. I can see everything, all things are passing through me, I can feel it all. In this moment I weep for the joy of everything, while yet I am weeping in sadness, a grief for all things. I notice the tiny wren’s nest, the perfection of a dewdrop, the great leviathan in the deep, a robber fly in the damp corner. That child’s face who is its heart, a mixture of feelings finding a way. The noise of humanity, louder than any nest of squawking hatchlings celebrating life and the urgency of desire. Here I lightly sit, taking it all in, right in that tender moment between the inward and outward breath. It is unconscious, beyond the mind. There is no soaring, no looking down, this is embodied, the journey deeply within.
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“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” Lionel Hampton
Then And Now I knelt under the washing line in meditation plucking sun burned weeds from cracks. Overhead the washing flicked, crisp, cracked in the breeze. Then I was running, through familiar grass with summer in my hair, and hope in my heart. Now I return, walking towards the day with autumn on my face, and hope ever in my heart. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 15. 15.11.22
Prompt: write a thoughtful and/or thoughtless poem.
Letting Go My Thoughts When I finally unpack the weekly shop, so many different things I put them all in their rightful places, and then I close the cupboard doors, sometimes with a sigh, not resignation, more a sense of anticipation. As the candle flickers shadowing the room, I close the door of my mind having put aside all the stuff of the day, and centered, I repeat my word, softly letting go of my thoughts moving with the great tide. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Merril is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to look up, and write about the experience.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Look Up
“Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.” Maya Angelou
The Whole View My experiences of looking up are experiences of momentarily leaving myself, placing myself in the cosmos, letting go any singular rootedness and finding community with all things and all beings, animate and inanimate, rocks and trees, mountains, the sky and all it holds. I don't feel diminished by the bigness of it all, I feel included, and I feel moved to include all things. In that sense of acceptance comes a deep sense of harmony and belonging for me. To look at the grandeur of a tree and trace its linear circuitry, to reach out to the sky and know its infinity, to view the mountain and feel its strength and presence, are deeply moving for me. Looking up at this mountain reminds I am not the centre of life, not even my own, I am simply a part of the whole that seeks life together. To look up at this mountain is a reminder that I have no control over it and no need to do so. The call of this mountain is to take pleasure in its gift of diverse experiences that enable me to know a little more about life and who I am and a lot of letting go and not knowing. Looking up the mount I saw the heavens opened jasmine tea goes cold Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under bush walking, ecology, Haibun, Haiku, life, meditation, mindfulness, Mountaineering, nature, quote
“Almost everything will work if you unplug it for a few minutes … including you.” Anne Lamott
And Stopped You can keep going, you really can, sweating long days, wringing out your energy, defeating your body, pushing, pushing, pushing uphill, against the tide, against the wind, the clock always ticking, mind racing circles, circles racing minds, total confusion reigns, pushing we go, but, what if we went anti-clockwise, wore underwear on our head, turned down slow street, blew bubbles, tapped balloons, did a handstand in the rain, laughed, sat, and stopped pushing? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“By experience we find out a short way by a long wandering.” Roger Ascham
This Trick This trick, which is so startling, a curiosity without answers, my greatest reason for hope, the ever developing question, a gift of discovery to share, to sit and be unfathomed in unrestrained meanders free of encumbered expectations, a life unfastened, ready to be explored as a new future. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – posting our own choice.
dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“Real awakening comes with an inherent sense of integrity.” Adyashanti
Something Something came out of me largely dark, the success of a poultice of intentions, avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such, an ending far too premature for the journey. The success of a poultice of intentions and is restricted only by somatic fears, an ending far too premature for the journey should fear be allowed to take centre stage. And is restricted only by somatic fears where the body lays and lies so innocently should fear be allowed to take centre stage, would my centre hold in glorious duality? Where the body lays and lies so innocently, avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such, would my centre hold in glorious duality, something came out of me darkly large. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt in solitude, where we are least alone.” Lord Byron
For One Brief Glimpse The ambered silence of sun's departure a most glorious death the colour of woven meditation rising from the russet humus of solitude's joyful farewell, life's tributary offering pause for breath along the plane of letting-go the bubble and babble of fakery, prostituting the real for one brief glimpse of an unmemed self. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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