My Quiet Treasury – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” Rumi

My Quiet Treasury I sat inside my quiet treasury of peaceful self amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams, with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely, sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance. Amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams, along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown, sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance who silently speak in defence of all that is valued. Along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures who silently speak in defence of all that is valued, and offered as generous joy overflowing. I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely, and offered as…

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