The Myth Of Separation or, You’re Me, I’m You 2013

26 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1998, 2013, I Is Always You is We Tags:

The Myth Of Separation

Or, You’re Me – I’m You

 

I know what’s wrong with you because

I’ve got it too.  It is what’s wrong

With me.  I know your weaknesses,

You fears, your sicknesses.

I also know your strengths because

I’ve got them too.

I recognize you noble sides,

Your talents, for,

Despite our different names, I’m you.

 

I thought of going further

Reaching some conclusion,

But I’ll leave it there

For you, who see through separation’s myth to dis-illusion,

Understanding fusion,

Disentwining false belief  from all that’s true,

The genuine, which always culls a chosen few.

At bottom you are me, you see –

And I am near-ly, really you.

 

The Myth Of Separation Or, You’re Me, I’m You 3.3.1998/revised 5.26.2013

I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Weaknesses 2013

25 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, circling round vanities II, definitely didactic, nature of & in reality Tags:

       Our Weaknesses

 

We’ve got’em:

Mental, physical, 

Emotional:

The agitation caused by all

                                         (the –als.)

To know them is

To deal with the over- under-used,

Th’ignored, denied,

Those based on vanities

And made excuses for;

Expectation swapped for thanks.

 

Yes, got ‘em:’

Mental, physical,

Emotional,

To know and deal with…

 

Those over- under-used,

Ignored, denied;

Based on what is bound to fail,

Yet made excuses for.

Wishes that should to be replaced 

By gratitude’s approval.

Weaknesses that mask us,

Make us puerile.

 

Our Weaknesses 4.27.2013/5.25.2013

Nature Of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Night Scout 2013

24 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, cat book Tags:

Night Scout

 

Night scout

On the lookout,

Furtive, feigning,

Reconnoitering.

Albert C. Spy

Of the loftiest order,

Gazing out over

And onto his world:

Bushes, trees,

Birdhouse, lawn,

Hedges, ledges, the stones:

His domain.

Taking stock,

Sizing up in the night,

Silent scout,

Out.

 

Night Scout 5.24.2013

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

Not One Of The People 2013

22 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, our times our cultureII Tags: , ,

Not One Of The People

 

Not one of the people

With a thousand friends,

My Facebook facing few.

 

Not one of the people who

Describe their doings daily,

Share their actions

Through abstractions-cum-the actual;

Concrescence of the two.

 

So much less impulsive,

Less compulsive,

So much better for the soul

To not be one of the people.

 

Not One Of The People 5.22.2013

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Soul Searching, Reflection & Revelation 2013

20 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, circling round reality, pure nakedness Tags: , , , ,

Soul Searching, Reflection & Revelation

Not much to ask for, but

Transparency

In short supply.

Is why

We should and do rely

On poets

(to provide the pinch

in the behind,

if only to remind …

us.)

Soul Searching, Reflection & Revelation 5.20.2013

Circling Round Reality; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

They’re Still There 2013

20 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, definitely didactic, pure nakedness Tags:

They’re Still There

 

They’re still there,

Those awful attitudes,

(unflattering, nothing to brag about)

Inborn, learned – it doesn’t matter:

 

How would you define ambition,

Vanity, greed, passive anger?

Subtle, languishing

As if not there,

Silent, never screaming,

Beaming secret rays through secret paths:

Holding sway: insidious;

Crafty, stealthy, underhanded attitudes

Still there.

“Beware!”

I tell myself

And you.

 

They’re Still There 5.20.2013

Pure Nakedness; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Sad Eyes 2013

16 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, circling round energy Tags: , ,

Sad Eyes

We looked at you and saw your eyes.

They stood out more than nose

Or mouth or cheeks or chin.

Sucked in,

We fell into a pensively perplexing blues,

That power in the gaze,

Though really, we’d no cause.

 

What power in a gaze.

Small mysteries.

 

Sad Eyes 5.16.2013

Circling Around Energy;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Life Is A Bunch Of Short Stories 2013

13 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, I Is Always You is We, the processes II Tags:

Life Is A Bunch Of Short Stories

(after reading Mo Yan)

 

Life is:

A bunch of selections, connections

United by threads.

Backwards & forwards, assorted, arranged

Into some kind of order

Belonging to us.  Anomalous, strange

This unified something

Of feelings and dates

Reeling in all the fates by

Fixed bits of the lobes;

Hemispheres stirring the whole that it forms

That is life we call normal: no more than

A bunch of short stories.

 

Variation II

Life is a bunch of:

Connections, selections;

Backwards & forwards, assorted, arranged.

Some kind of order,

Anomalous, strange,

Under feelings and dates,

Fixed on amygdyla, frontal lobe,

Hypo… and hippo…

And all of their dealings;

Dealings of feelings

And what’s really poignant is

All that it forms

That is life

We call normal.

 

Life Is A Bunch Of Short Stories 5.13.2013/5.25.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful Language 2013

13 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, the processes II Tags:

Beautiful Language

 

I’ll never have

The beautiful language

of MoYan,*

Startled by its power,

By a mind that can create not only

Story after story,

Adjectival breadth,

Detail, more, minutae

Sentence after sentence.

 

No, I’ll never have it.

 

*Mo Yan  Nobel Prize for Literature 2013

after reading Red Sorghum

 

Beautiful Language 5.13.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Find Your Voice 2013

12 May 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, definitely didactic, the processes II, vaguely about music II Tags: , , ,

Find Your Voice

 

You’ve got one

Somewhere.

 

Singing, speaking, sparkling with

Ideas, tools of your own,

(though still unknown).

You have a sound, exclusive as

The lacy underwear you bear;

It is your character;

It tells you who you are;

It is your path, your road, your avenue;

You, yours; your message.

 

Vocal chords massaged (bad pun)

Where your potential lies

Through sighs, self-criticized,

Repeated tries,

Weak, uncontrolled;

Vibratos wobbling you.

 

Your gift –

It never screams.

It dreams until…

One day it’s play-filled

And you’re singing.

 

Find Your Voice 5.12.2013

Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

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