Open Me Anywhere 2010

              Open Me Anywhere

Open me anywhere – I’m always the same.

Not pushing to convince but having conviction,

Running on instinct & intuition

With reason a sprinkle thrown in.

Passions the paradox – there, but detached;

Chain of the moment pushed from a door

To past & past to word

In countless combination.

Doesn’t that dumfound?

So open me: awake, asleep, at lunch, in bath –

It doesn’t matter. I will always

Be the same.

 

© Open Me Anywhere 2.27.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;  Arlene Corwin

 

 

When Loved Ones Die 2010

          When Loved Ones Die

I was thinking (apropos of now)

You cannot always be around

When loved ones die,

Their karma beinb theirs.

Prepare long, long before –

A sudden heart attack, an ac-

cident,

You’re at a meeting, visiting;

Not there in time to say, to see?

Missed by a minute.  Listen,

Perfect chains incorporate

Mistakes;

Un-patterns don’t exist,

The strings of chaos binding all.

Reasons you can’t analyze

Wind up the string ball.

You cannot always be around

When loved ones die.

That die was cast pre-birth

In some strange realm to do with earth.

The thing to do is think about it

Long, long, long before…

Bad poetry, may be,

But meant to comfort

As a thought

Thought through.

©When Loved Ones Die 2.15.2010 Birth, Death & In Between;   Arlene Corwin 

 

 

 

 

You Have To Find Your Own Yoga 2010

            You Have To Find Your Own Yoga

The old man stands beside the road.

He’s shoveling snow.

When season’s right, he’s planting spuds.

We’ve no idea how old he is,

But old he is.

His house is leaning.

Scaffolding supports one side.

We think it holds it up –

The twenty years we’ve driven by

There’s been a slanting scaffolding.

Not fixed, the house – not anything;

That need’s conceit long gone.

It snows. He sweeps,

He sows. He reaps,

Each year

While driving by,

We look to see, is he still here?

He is.

Road- near or

On the land,

House standing, leaning,

Scaffolding as old as he.

He’s found his Yoga.

 

© You Have To Find Your Own Yoga 2.9.2010 Small Stories Book; Special People, Special Occasions; Swedish Book; Circling Round Yoga;Arlene Corwin

 

 

Watching Albert 2010

         Watching Albert

Pleasure sheer:

Watching tiger skin in miniature;

Stalking, chasing, hiding, waiting,

Talking, jumping at

A nano-gnat,

With oxytocin

In the brain

To helps us live more happily,

Watching Albert

Is the catalyst that sets it free.

Cat – alyst. Get it?

© Watching Albert 1.18.2010 Small Stories Book; Cat Book;   Arlene Corwin

Revealing 2010

            Revealing

Esoteric, symbolic, abstruse:

Don’t wanna be a one of those.

No! I, direct,

Communicating what I mean

To all and one.

Which started when,

At thirteen,

Friends picked up my diary

And laughed at me.

I’d said that I’d looked pretty

At a party I’d attended.

Embarrassed to the -enth degree

I knew inside of me,

I’d always tell it as it was

And never have a secret, even private, life.

Never be ashamed, to be

Misunderstood –

One is,

In any case,

Misunderstood,

Perception and interpretation

All there is.

Thirteen-year old Arlene knew.

It’s never you.

And so, communication like an arrow

Is my song*

It can’t be wrong.

Eller hur?*

*

** Can it? (figurative)

 

Swedish idiom for ‘my thing’

© Revealing 2.1.1020  Pure Nakedness; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;   Arlene Corwin 

 

 

God Centered – Again 2010

            God Centered – Again

Have I written this before?

Undoubtedly.

Am I getting bored,

Thematic sketch

Monopolizing consciousness?

Not really. It feels fresh

Each time I notice it:

God centered. A soul

Identical

To God as light.

That’s it!

Not easy,

Fluctuating inconstancies,

(for It is constant)

Flaws (for It is flawless)

Strivings (for It doesn’t strive).

All I can do is center –

Over, over, over, over

And again,

Through that invisible phenomenon

Called faith.

© God Centered Again 2.13.2010 God Book; To The Child Mystic;   Arlene Corwin

God Centered – Again 2010

              God Centered – Again

Have I written this before?

Undoubtedly.

Am I getting bored,

Thematic sketch

Monopolizing consciousness?

Not really. It feels fresh

Each time I notice it:

God centered. A soul

Identical

To God as light.

That’s it!

Not easy,

Fluctuating inconstancies,

(for It is constant)

Flaws (for It is flawless)

Strivings (for It doesn’t strive).

All I can do is center –

Over, over, over, over

And again,

Through that invisible phenomenon

Called faith.

© God Centered Again 2.13.2010 God Book; To The Child Mystic;   Arlene Corwin

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