Synapses

               Synapses

A scien’terrific, spiri’tool

To fool around with; a reality

The best of microscopes can see

And measure.

Pure arithme-ticking over,

Showering the brain with light;

Sparks queueing up in scans,

A cue to IQ variations, and

The more the better.

Riches of all human wishes lying there

Waiting to be bared then shared:

Nature in infinitude.

 

One good turn deserves another;

One good synapse serves another.

“Wakey, wakey” here comes knowledge!

Insights new, fresh out of college!

Insights causing you to grow;

Daring you to dare to go;

Blowing horns you dared not blow.

Synapse and invention new;

By definition a new you.

 

I’m signing off with love (or luff),

This synapse stuff the glove

That warms,

Synapses’ arms

The magic charm.

Synapses 12.9.2017 Circling Round Science II; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

They’re All Agreed

       They’re All Agreed

They’re all agreed –

It’s very, very quiet there.

Up or out or maybe in

A space so hidden

That it is a twin

To so-called outer space

Where it is very, very quiet

In the place where

It is all created:

All the synchronistic sequences

That take the meaning

Out of chaos.

I read that they ‘re all agreed,

And I’m afraid

A little,

Which just shows that I’m not ready.

They’re All Agreed 6.13.2010 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

I Was Thinking About…Orgasms

     I Was Thinking About… Orgasms

I was thinking well,

That orgasm is just orgasm:

That and only that.

So what

Is all the fuss about?

It’s over when it’s over.

Then it’s over.

What is wrong with us?

Making all that fuss?

At eighty-three,

Experiential, observationally

I know.

I knew that many years ago.

And so, I thought I’d share this piece of wisdom: wisdom’s peace.

 

I don’t imagine any creatures

In the world of nature

Go around with fantasies.

They’re made to do it upside down and right side up

Sideways, frontways; ways that burp and slurp and cup;

After courting, both exhausted,

Nothing forced, small joust completed,

There’s an end.

Splendid seconds or whatever,

He goes his way, never thinking back with fever.

Neutral fact, passing act,

Overrated,

We fixated.

Org-astic yes, fantastic –

But at best, an instant.

I Was Thinking About Orgasm 12.6.2017 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Corwin

* orgasm |ˈôrˌgazəm|

noun

a climax of sexual excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and (in men) experienced as an accompaniment to ejaculation.

 

 

 

Saving Me From Myself

Saving Me From Myself

I pray for this, I pray for that

And wonder why I never get

Or haven’t got

The goals I set.

Suddenly in one great burst

One leap,

Gone is the thirst

And I feel cheap,

See the task before my eyes –

It’s just to bask, not analyze.

 

I’m getting everything I need,

The rest irrelevant indeed,

And full of greed and ignorance,

Requests of inborn arrogance,

Destructive if un-timed.

 

Instead I should be thanking It

For waiting until I’ve been primed

For It, and saving me

From everything

Unscheduled my self.

Saving Me From Myself 5.14.2000 Pure Nakedness; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

As usual I watch TV.

Not news but documentary.

“Care and Sustenance of Nature” theme, wherein I learn

The world’s downfall is not the climate, wars or other,

But the disappearance of the fauna, disappearance of the flora.

Population out of hand, we continue in our building,

Take the forests and its bounty.

Must we mutiny?

 

In the forests are the flora and the fauna:

Insects, mosses, mushrooms, herbs;

All dependent on the flora, all reliant on the fauna.

 

Population out of hand; swelling daily,

How to build for it more wisely?

Species dying out of hand,

We, the ostriches in sand,

Where lies duty, where lies blame?

Where lies power and restraint?

Who shall act with calm and tact?

I, you, we who lacked the facts?

 

T has plans to dig the Arctic.

There can be no Noah’s Ark. Bit bores and drills.

Do we need oil?

Fated to be hanging there somewhere in space,

Green, over-green, impure for sure?

Seen from up above, sun-blocked from war?

Submerged in water. What could be:

‘Hell on earth’ no more cliché but nature’s blithe reality.

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna 12.1.2017 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

There’s No One Way

I was sitting in the bath doing my usual grubblande (Swedish for brooding, musing or contemplating) when I had the thought that there’s no one special way that suits everyone.  All great teachers have known this, and I, being a ‘great’ yoga teacher thought about my lovely ladies each of whom has entirely differing needs when doing the same posture.  Hence, There’s No One Way – written on a near standing envelope with a dull black eyebrow pencil.  It was a hell to read what I wrote hours later.

        There’s No One Way

Isn’t that grand?

There’s no one hand or leg or breast or eye;

No muscle, vein, no capillary:

No technique for everybody.

Find out who you are!

 

No one way to take a bath,

Wash a dish, play the harp.

No one true A that’s flat or sharp.

Find out what you want!

 

Nature’s force is infinite;

The ways of change spectacular.

Sudden sometimes, mostly slow,

So you don’t know what’s happening

Until it blows (as in volcanoes).

 

What conclusions can we draw?

“Know thyself” the door essential, referential.

Gleaning rules for self -behavior,

Self- analysis, for judging not;

For simply knowing what

And how and when to do

What’s good for you

Because there’s not one ‘tried and true’ for Fu Manchu,

The cuckoo, the well-to-do.

Renew yourself in any way that suits!

There’s No One Way11.30.2017 Nature Of & In Nature; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Everyday’s A Phase

Sorry, if I seem to produce too much.  With putting stuff online, I know one’s public has a saturation point.  Can’t stop it;  ideas keep coming and with experience and practice, technique keeps growing, in the growing comes a flowing and poof – out comes a poem.  Not necessarily the most refined, but that’s okay.  I can and do forever tinker…

             Every Day’s A Phase

 Every day’s a phase – nothing but.

The moon unfazed goes thirty days

With shadowed light a-waxing, -waning,

Straining not, just losing, gaining,

Noticeably self-contained.

 

You and I, the Gershwins said,

“We sweat and strain, bodies all aching racked with pain”.

  1. (that’s me) augments with comments,

“You and I, we wish too much,

Not accepting or in touch

With our restraints;

Not what we are nor what we ain’t.”

 

Satisfied is not complaisance.

Compliance, maybe – not complaisance.

Satisfied; acceptance, ease;

Being pleased with whatsoever.

You’re not clever, not the Saviour?

So be it!

You’re not a nitwit for all that.22

You’re not great at what you do?

Screw it!

You are great in ways to praise.

Nothing stays, since everyday’s a phase

And nothing but.

Everyday’s A Phase 11.28.2017 Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

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