I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat 2013

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat

Emerging over time,

Uncomfortable, uneasy,

Almost queasy

When meat meets the taste buds,

I am losing what was magic

Once upon a youthful time.

How I used to relish

A delicious New York steak,

A tenderloin joined to the tongue,

A quarter-pounder, nay, a half-…

A calf called veal

(Until

I found that calves were made anemic,

Kept in stalls half-light

To keep their meat milk-white).

In any case,

Tastes mutating without a sweat,

I gently push the meat aside

To favor sweets

And savor nuts and flax,

The textured list unending.

But at times, just sometimes

I’ll eat

Meat

And really like it.

As a tribute to a sparerib,

Moral conscience taking leave,

Double standard winning over,

And at risk of sounding glib,

And unwilling to convey a fib,

I put bread aside,

Rice, beans and greens

And dig into a slaughtered pig

Or cow,

Denying that and how they died.

I don’t think

I’ll be eating meat at all

In the (far) future;

Not yet sure.

I don’t think so.

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat 8.23.2013

Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

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More Questions 2013

More Questions

More questions from reflections

For your meditations

Like what verbs apply:

To have, to be…?

 

That point of energy

Containing all,

No, being all,

No, knowing all?

A consciousness? Non-consciousness?

Verbs puny.

Pronouns too.

Think or bust, reflect you must;

Inevitable, you’ll,

Ponder,

Contemplate,

And bit by bit eliminate:

That’s it!

He, She, It is you,

And if complete,

Then you’re its part,

A part-ner cog.

Assuming cause,

You/He all One,

A mind aware, with laws;

It’s God, for goodness.

The hypothetical needs faith

To lead faith to a lovely

Lot of somethings..

More Questions 8.22.2013

To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; God Book

Arlene Corwin

This Is A Terrible Day 2013

This Is A Terrible Day.

This is a terrible day.

Outrageous day.

Over thirteen hundred murdered:

Women,

Men

And children

In

A gas

Attack in Syria

Whose rulers say “Not us!”

Then there’s Bradley Manning

Who leaked

Military secrets like:

“let’s get ‘em, kill ‘em all” the …

Or words to that effect.

For that

He’ll suffer thirty-five years

In a prison. Here

In Sweden he’d have got

Six months, a cell phone, and a lot

Of loving letters.

Speaking of which,

Swedish citizens are going sick;

Taking billions from the taxes

To recover (or do something)

From the new bipolarist depressions ups and downs;

Stress related illnesses that do not end in ouch.

Taxes taken

From the healthy watching TV on the couch

To pay the weakened on a couch

Without a cure in sight.

But worst is loss of life.

The Mozarts, Rembrandts, who’d have been

Now dead without a fight.

This is a terrifying day.

This Is A Terrible Day 8.22.2013

War Book; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

A Method Is Never An Answer 2013

A Method Is Never An Answer

A method is never an answer;

It gives knowledge, takes you further,

Nurtures nature’s gifts and efforts:

Not the answer.

Answers lie in artlessness,

The unconstrained,

Looking inward:

Future’s source of expertise.

Pleasing nature

Sutures future

To your inner telephone –

Those synapses you own,

Connecting.

Systems structure,

But you’re

Going to need courage

To reflect the one, the person

In the labyrinth that’s you.

A Method Is Never An Answer 5.7.2013

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

Arlene Corwin

Video Reality 2013

Video Reality

Remarkable!  A button; key

To take away reality

That could have been.

You video your playing;

Filled with errors,

Notes or words you never

Would perform if there were

People present.  You delete.

Reality has been.

You can hit the button,

Run away, correct, pretending

That it never happened.

No one saw, need ever see

Until you’re letter-free,

Reality recorded and erased,

The moment secret in its weakness,

While your brain’s known both –

Knows three: before, an after

Or a chosen-never.

Delete.

Repeat till ripe

To reap

A new reality:

Delight.

The old, once known,

Has paused –

Is gone.

Video Reality 8.17.2013

Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

This Shifting Thing 2012

This Shifting Thing

This constantly shifting thing

We call the body.

(thing – no holy

thing – just thing which changes

by the hour,

flowering and wilting)

As I watch inside it,

Idolizing and despising,

Taking care,

Such futile care,

“Hypochondriacal” pops up where.

It’s doctored

sillily.

Body for each weekday,

Wreck day,

Weak day,

To rinse out and cleanse

And without choice endure,

Racking the brain’s grey matter

In the search for what

Does not exist:

Something stable and unchanging;

Body poised

Which in a perfect world

Could go unnoticed.

Myth

With which to live

And not a stitch

Of truth.

This Shifting Thing 6.14.2012

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Nature; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Wait It Out 2013

      

            Wait It Out

(the parallel between life and yoga)

 

You do a pose.

It feels awful, incomplete, a strain.

Wait several minutes if you can.

Shift. Modify. Shift again.

To wait it out will get you there.

To wait it out will get you where

You need to be, the pose fulfilled

But always open to refinement.

As you know, nothing is final,

Each adjustment to a bonus;

Consciousness distributed,

Continually feeling for

More more and more,

The more resulting in the new –

A different you.

 

So if you’re able, wait it out.

The wait itself, wed to your nature,

Has a future unexpected;

Progress in the mind and brain;

New synapses, power

Over limb and fears.

Wait it out.  The clime of waiting

Is exciting:

Minutes, years –

It’s all the same.

 

Wait It Out 8.9.2013

Circling Round Yoga; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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