The Present Is The Past Tomorrow 2013

The Present Is The Past Tomorrow


The now that is this moment

Is the past tomorrow,

Sorrow passing.  Good,

No, excellent to let it go

Since survival is, the whole time

Letting go.


I’ve a friend

Who’s lost her fortune

On a stock she thought was foolproof.


Paralysis; depression.

If she’d only grasp

The present,

For it is the past




The Present Is The Past Tomorrow 4.26.2013

Our Times, Our CultureII; Circling Round Reality; Small Stories Book;

Arlene Corwin



Weaknesses 2013


We’ve got ‘em:’

Mental, ‘motional,

Physical; to know ‘em

Deal with…

Those over- under-used, ignored,


Based on the vanities

And made excuses for;

Expectations that should be replaced

By gratitude.


That make us poor-er.


Weaknesses 4.27.2013

Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Tinker, Tinker II 2013

        Tinker, Tinker II


Nothing finished,

Nothing ended, done, completed;

Nothing  over.

Possibly vague edges and…

Another and another… other



When [you are] detached the insides

Are as beautiful as outsides:

Glimpse of futures

In the present.

Let us hope the light

                                 comes through.  

Tinker, tinker, fiddling ‘round.

Polishing to put it right,

It’s never finished.

Be contentedly content.


Tinker, Tinker 4.23.2013 (1st version see 2006)

A Sense of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Wandering Around In My Mind 2013

Wandering Around My Mind


Sitting comfortably:

32 inch white TV;



Freezing folk, surviving, thriving;

Minus thirty centigrade.

Nomads sixty looking ninety,

Tending goat kids tenderly,

While watching out for

Predators: cats big as tigers.


Albert Cat is lying licking,

Right leg sticking

Over sofa like a king,

No bird of prey to worry him,

No giant scary cat to fear;

Not understanding what he’s got,

Not cognizant about his lot deluxe

And what it means;

Contrast between cats and screens,

Life’s brevity,

The prematurely



Here, a revelationary

Sadness: cryptic, specious maybe,

Forcing pen to paper.



Wandering Around My Mind 2.17.2013/4.23.2013

Cat Book; Circling Round Nature; the Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin


Not Concentrating 2013

Not Concentrating


You don’t know when you have become


It’s so subtle.

Word missed, phrase, your mate’s

Last sentence.

Don’t know what or that you’ve missed…

Till someone asks you,

“What was that he said?” What was that name?”

You could be growing hard of hearing,

Or you’re just not concentrating.

Take the second to your heart.


Not Concentrating 4.23.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin


Giving Everything 2013

   Giving Everything


No mantra person,

I see circumstance

Where repetition is the key;

Repetition of the kind

Where mind say what it needs in words

As simple as a dumpling;

Dictum, offering and temple.


With no choice and no holds barred

I voice an unheard company.



Giving Everything To You 3.22.2013

God Book; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin


Waiting For Something To Happen 1994 entered 2013

Waiting For Something To Happen


I am a monad, a unit, an entity;

Seed of myself, unrelated to time.

Nomadic monad, a watery sea

Who happens to breed and bleed

By an enzyme collection that passes for me.

Don’t be duped.

Kinetically energized, I can make sounds,

Make the rounds,

Still alone.

A monad, a unit and clone

From an ancestor I’ve never seen,

An ancestor I’ve only heard about, read about, known

About all of the life that I’ve been.

So I sit here waiting for something to happen,

Knowing that I am a monad expecting

The trappings of clappings from heavenly

Creatures unsown:

Waiting for something to happen.


Waiting For Something To Happen 8.13.1994

To The Child Mystic; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin




Standing At The Sink 2013

Standing At The Sink


Standing at the sink


About you, God:

Focus of doubt’s questioning

And thank you’s for

The things I more

And more perceive.


Don’t you, dear reader, bore yourself

Drifting around in thoughts circuitous?

I recommend this exercise

Brought down from practice –


Let’s see.

There seems to be a correlation



And what

Rewards I get.

Some kind of mystery

I simply

Take with open fist:



Wed to serendipity.


You’ve heard of neurogenesis?

(No doubt you have).

The brain keeps growing,

Brain cells building new brain cells.

And I, and you, and we

Empowered, in control

By virtue of the things we do.


And thinking about you, God

Seems to subsidize

The brain supply

With more than any other thing I know, so,


Standing at the sink has made me grow

This very minute.  Oh!


Standing At The Sink 4.19.2013

God Book;

Arlene Corwin







Miracles & Paradoxes 2013

Miracles & Paradoxes


It is a miracle,

A paradox;

We are alone and yet

We need…

Oh yes, we need:

Acquaintances, mates, friends, companions,

Confidants – chums to remember –


           those facebooks, twitters, linkedins.

Those around: surround sound.


The facebook, twitter, linkedin mates

Bring on and out anxieties,

The latent hates;

That both inspire and flout

The vanities within us.

Blessing/pox ;

Miracle and paradox. 


Miracles and Paradoxes 4.19.2013

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin




All The Way From Sweden 2012

All The Way From Sweden


All the way from Sweden

I can’t help but natter on:

Poetry and

Jazz and


Flying there to meet you and present myself

Out of the question.


In my white

Room eating

Home-baked buttered roll with cheese,

Drinking cups of tea

To please my knife

And spoon and cup,

Eat, drinking up

While writing –

This because I like to share,

Not being able to transport myself

To where

You are.


Jazz: the art of improvising;

Mindfulness – a Zen.

The song a mantra/koan,

A yogic thing one ought to do

While in the bath,

While on the road, in bed

Or looking through the window

At a cloud:

Everything and anything a jazz.


Life: the distance

Between seconds,

Record kept inside your cells

And held there

All the years of breath,

The is your wealth

In  action.


All The Way From Sweden 4.18.2012

Vaguely About Music II; Swedish Book;

Arlene Corwin

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