It’s really about ways to develop. Or rather, the Way among ways. Or, ways to the Way. There’s a word I’ve always been fond of. It’s ‘ineffable’. It means many things, but it really means beyond description. That’s what all this stuff is. One is always making a stab at it, but that’s it.
A Perversion Of The Present
A perversion of the present –
It is thought?
Perhaps.
And yet you have to use thought
To divest yourself of thought
(at least to start with).
Riddle; paradox; conundrum:
How to solve it?
Krishnamurti, (clever man)
Used verbs like ‘carve the brain’
‘Scoop out’, ‘uproot’, and ‘empty’, aimed
At silencing a brain that’s interfered with by:
‘Ambitions, greed, stupidities, & vanities’.
All the same,
He never tells you How
He only tells you That.
Corwin (not-so-clever girl) says,
It’s the Now and only Now
That is the What and is the How;
The instrument, the what-to-do
That only you
Can find
Inside that mind
of yours.
Focus on a body part,
Your spleen, your heart
A word repeated,
On your breathing in and out.
On God, a saint,
If that’s your bent.
Focus, watch, come back to Now
When sidetracked,
Drift away or stray.
The only entrance back is Now.
I’m limited, I know –
But it’s a start with which
To scratch that wandering and misleading itch
Of wishing, longing, reminiscing,
Guilt and backward/forward thinking;
Start by which
To squelch & wash away the errors, launch your niche
Your cubbyhole, your branch…
I promise you, you won’t go wrong.
A Perversion Of The Present 12.29.2016
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
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