There Is No One Method

            There Is No One Method 

To Remember:

There is no one method, 

No one anything that works for all.

No food, no style, no exercise, no smile.

One ‘does’ as circumstance demands

Adapting to the moment, strands

Of will-less-ness  in stillness,

And a stillness in the will-less-ness.

 

Often, mostly, dare I mutter,

Driven by the smut of fear

Undercurrent dragging us

Down into pools that spiral, whirl

And worst of all,

Of which we’re not aware,

There tumbling round us, 

Recognised too late

As fate – no, fright.

There Is No One Method 9.20.2018 Definitely Didactic II;I Is You Is Me Is We;Circling Round Yoga II; Arlene Nover Corwin 

  

Finding Out About Yourself

Finding Out About Yourself

Who am I? 

Who are you?

It will be asked till time is through.

In fact, it may be

Life’s key issue we pursue;

Extro- intro-, odd man out;

A coverall for all the doubt.

 

Who are you, you the total real?

Finding out will skål the soul,

Give skill to soul,,

Transform the budding soul/you whole,

Give vision of capacities you’ d no idea,

Where life’s no more apologia. 

 

It’s a game of Treasure Chest, 

One where you must persevere:.

And in the end you are the measure of the treasure

And your best.

 

How, you ask, can little me be all in one:

Human, angel, paragon?  

In a nutshell, a nice person!

Remember too, it’s only ever you

Who knows exactly who you are,

All others are interpreters, projecters

Of who they are. 

Far 

From who you are at any moment.

So,

While you are there observing, 

Being altered and improved

Finding out about yourself, you cannot waiver.

It’s a trip demanding courage

Into superannuated age,

Its pointers in the right direction never over.

Skål – Swedish: drink (to) the health of, drink to, salute, honour; archaic pledge.

Finding Out About Yourself 9.20.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; 

Massaging Each Other

Massaging Each Other😍👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨✍️

There we were,
Abreast of one another,
Or,
To be grammatically a brother, –
Beside each other,
Side by side, close to…
Nose to…
(I’m a sucker for a rhyme)
Morning fingers pushing gently,
Then experimentally
Finding spots so tender
From the night before.
Here and there, right sore
Indeed.
Not eros –
Nothing like that fed or seeded.
Just the miracle of touch.
Magic finger brains coupled to
The intuition. Such
Intelligence.
No wonder we’ve survived these million years.

Massaging Each Other 9.19.2018 Love Relationships II; Circling Round Eros II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin.

Words, Wisdom, Art

A kind reader called me ‘wise’. Who knows if one is wise or not? One has insights now and again. Sometimes judicious and far-sighted. One is never sure. One simply looks around, reflects, selects, words based on one’s own propensities and character. One is happy if one’s ideas stir the pot of good feeling, constructive feelings – some things positive in any case, in another.🔍

Anyway, those words inspired these this morning:

Words, Wisdom, Art🤔✍️

The world is full of words.
Words help the mind to make connections.
The connections cause reflections
Shining back to help the mind.

The world is full of rhythms.
Things go clang, bang, boom, boom, boom,
And suddenly the word’s a drum.
You put the word and drum together –
Out comes humming, drumming verse;
Prose, a song, God knows what more…
The mind so full, the store
Of mental imaging eye-deas have use.
Put together, out comes art, the spark of deity
In all the global race.

Words, Wisdom, Art 9.18.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Full Of LIfe’s Meaning

           Full Of Life’s Meaning

Health and meaning,

Productivity and goodness,

Each without the other 

Pointless, empty, aimless.

Karma is as karma does,

Cause, effect, impact that follows

Following the karmic laws;

Chains of act and motivation:

Like a train into a station;

Moving on – you get my point.

Pointing in and at direction

New to view, ensue, continuing

Forever on.

 

For that reason goodness pays.

So does purity of heart.

These the simplest of start,

Richest at the end.

(and even in the middle,

though not looking like it then).

 

This, a facile little verse 

Written post a cup of java.

Oversimplified, naive,

Written down with caffeine fervor,

Nonetheless sincere endeavour

To get at a truth received;

The intellect experiential,  never swayed

By morning  coffee’s  coaxing way. 

 

And so it ends as it began:

Metaphysical, material and grand,

Taking effort to achieve,

You and I but motes 

And sometimes idiots

Living disquietly in worlds of floods

And wars and riots.  

 

Just remember, life that’s full of

Health and meaning, creativity and goodness.

Each without the other pointless, empty, aimless.

Life itself, its energy

Was meant to be

That.

Full Of Life’s Meaning 9,17.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin 

Another Realization

         Another Realization

You are the stillness that gives energy. 

That’s my hypothesis.

Oxymoron, yes, I guess.

If there is cause of cause of cause, 

Effects, of course,

You are the first. 

That’s my hypothesis.

Cause most always churns out chains,

Producing sequences and strings and trains.

This energy to always be,

Never losing mileage the entire way. 

Matter, pattern, form and laws

According to the laws of cause.

This is the place my logic falls,

In a place where logic fails.

Now me, my form and energy,

An elongation of these two,

Is molecule

And maybe something tinier

With energy the core:

Core energy, to form, to power.

We, I, you are energy, and enigmatically,

I start and end with You somehow!  

This, a sudden insight 

That may never dispel doubts in anyone

But me, myself and I. 

Another Realization 5.22.2010/revised 9.14.2018 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic; God Book II; Arlene  Nover Corwin

Curiouser & Curiouser

    Curiouser & Curiouser

I want to know just what You are;

It isn’t fair.

I know You’re there because I see effects most every day,

Trying with techniques to portray tiny marvels I survey; 

Often evidence where all my senses sense it,

It phenomenal

Demanding observational

Acuity deepened, sharpened all the time

To make more room

In this small brain mine.

So HARD to explain!

I maintain, it isn’t fair

To sense, intuit a You there

And not go further.

Perceived or grasped:

Faster, richer processes:

Reflex gestures quicker, slicker

Bod/mind far less inclined to tire, slacker,

Ageing voice extant but thicker 

Yes, this Godly thing,

While not for hire requiring attention,

Feels plainly like ascension.

Yet there’s more I do not know than know.

Not overcome than triumph over.

It may always be so until all my ten toes stiffen.

While this vital life’s still lifting

I am curiouser, curiouser,

Cursor always subtly there

And light as air.

This condition being human,

Never to be constant zooming upward,

High grounds of this sort, though not a very steep escarpment 

Nonetheless, are always sharp when meant to climb

In actions, thoughts, aims, ends and rhyme.

Curiouser & Curiouser 9.13.2018 Revelations Big & Small; God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

For readers whose English is not their primary language a dictionary and Thesaurus is the best gift one can give oneself.

Acuity; sharpness or keenness of thought, vision, or hearing: intellectual acuity | visual acuity.

Slick: done or operating in an impressively smooth and efficient way: Rangers have been entertaining crowds with a slick passing game.

Slacker; idler, shirker, loafer, malingerer, work-dodger, clock-watcher, good-for-nothing, sluggard, slug, laggard; informal passenger, lazybones, slugabed, couch potato, cyberslacker

Escarpment; a long, steep slope, especially one at the edge of a plateau or separating areas of land at different heights.

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