An Adventus – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Laura has invited us to choose from eight lines taken from mystic poets and use the line in a poem, perhaps even a form of octave. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stepping off the Sidewalk

I have chosen the line: “Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace.” Dogen who lived in Kyoto in 13th century Japan, and who became a Buddhist monk who was also a writer, poet, philosopher and the founder of Soto Zen.

Photo: Bunbury wetlands, two black swans passing by.

“The lack of mystery in our modern life is our downfall and our poverty.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer

An Adventus Dappled ripples processed the roughed vestibule of my heart, an adventitious solace arising in its perpetuated simplicity, I traced a map in the parchment of my mind of all the comings and goings of sentient beings, an adventus, unsurprisingly surprising, my breath was captured by the…

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