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




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