All the Best Mystics

And now for something on an entirely different level:🧘‍♀️
               All The Best Mystics
 
All the best mystics know:
To go
For help,
You lean on It.
 
(To call it God
Leaves out my friends and kin
Whose sadness and depression
I’d so gladly stock
With stacks of words,
Providing a vocabulary
For the secular.)
 
Mysticism: the belief
That knowledge of the Ultimate
Is realized through the intuition.
The mystic is a person
Who’s experienced a union –
A direct communion with the It
Which comes through contemplation
Or continued observation.
 
The very best of mystics
Throw themselves, the day, the minute
Onto It,
Themselves the channel.
They discover through repeating.
 
Soulful scientists experimenting.
 
Mystics throw their troubles to the winds,
Think ecstasies a whim,
Thank It or God,
Where all becomes all-good.
 
All the Best Mystics 12.7.2009 Circling Round Reality; Definitely Didactic; God Book Ii; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Nover Corwin (refreshed 8.27.2018)
 
 
 

Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden #1&2

Because I received so many  encouraging comments on the 1st version written in 2017, I was moved to write a second the elections coming so soon.   Just the morning, after a good breakfast…. A pardon, please, the top poem refuses to increase in size,  Use a magnifying glass if  needed.
 
(Addendum 8.27.2018) Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden (see 9. 30, 2017 below)
Here it is: the 2nd version
Added to with much aversion.
On Sept 9 there comes a new Premier.
Candidates, vows, oaths alike, 
They still won’t strike at Sweden’s Nazis.
Lots of talk, but not one law
To put a stop to this ignor-ance
Of  fair play and what it stands for.
Violent, angry, sleazy, murky,
The intolerance  abhorrent,
Not to speak of  aberrant.
This awful, lawful party may continue
To start riots, break up meetings, 
Bring their greetings in the form of shoving.
Where is common sense and loving?  
Where can all this non-sense lead 
With dark Nazis on streets of Sweden!
Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden 8.27.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden (1st version 9.30.2017)
We have illusions, all.
But most of us don’t want to kill.
I looked it up. 
I asked some simple questions.
Google told me, Nazi symbols are allowed:
In Israel! The USA!
Prohibited in Germany, allowed in Finland.
Austria is definite.  No, no, no, no – and no!
Some countries have no laws at all –
Apparently no views,
Or views so lax
They seem to non-chalate* the facts.
Neo- Nazis plan to march
The streets of Sweden,
Thirtieth September, twenty-seventeen.
They call themselves a neo – 
Their philosophy is old as Hitler,
Old as Wagner, long before.
False ideals, inner lies but outer dealings
Hates delusional, baiting plentiful.
March occurring on Yom Kippur,
Near a synagogue, to boot.
Their aim: to root out, root out, root…
Annihilate, decimate, eradicate,
Means inhumane,
And most important, 
Based on lies!  
Statistical, imaginary, fantasized.    
Nazis on the streets of Sweden,
We do not believe in you!
*non-chalate: I’ve made a verb out of the word nonchalant
because such was needed and could not be found in the dictionary.
Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden 9.30.2017 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Disappointment Versus Acceptance

Deeply philosophical and pragmatic at the same time.🤔✍️
 
Disappointment Versus Acceptance
 
I write this for a lot of folk.
It’s not a joke – this problem of existing.
The outward shrinking, Rip Van Winkling,
While the inward may be soaring.
The cultural corrupting
While the natural Is daily seen
To be a leaning towards
A massive change – the whole deranged.
 
‘Deranged’ a word I’ve seldom used –
So, as the queen might say in times of chaos
“We are absolutely not amused”.
Dastardly and pusillanimous:
It’s you and me and all of us,
 
I look up disappointment, not quite sure it’s what I mean to say,
I find, “disgruntled & disheartened, disillusioned & dismayed”
In the language ordinaire, you could say “sad!”
 
Now what to do about those dis-ses?
Acquiesce in some nice way?
“Some nice way” means to not suffer,
For the buffer is acceptance!
Disappointment is the antonym
Of simple giving in –
If only for the time appointed in the moment.
 
Disappointed Vs Acceptance 8.22.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
 

Don’t You Ever Wonder What Life Really Is?

          Don’t You Ever Wonder What Life Really Is?

Don’t you ever wonder what life really is?

Why beings from the smallest ant,

Perhaps the even ‘smaller’ can’t

Resist the urge to stay alive,

All loving living more than anything.

Not just ‘living but a thriving 

And adapting in a hundred different,

Differing approaches,

Forging systems and inventing

Skills and all kinds of modus operandi.

Don’t you ever wonder that life is

Much more than cellular?

That consciousness seems to exist

In one form or another, 

And that wise, developed souls perceive

Each other forms as brother?

Don’t you ever speculate

That we’re more than biology?

That each inhaling thing has

Need to interface with other’s company

To be ‘in touch’?

It’s such

A many-sided matter –

That we’re matter and we love to live.

Don’t You Ever Wonder What Life Really Is? 8.22.2018 Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

The Listening Lover

            The Listening Lover👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨
 
I asked myself today
As if I were inquiring of someone else,
“What is a lover you’d call good?”
Myself made references to what it knows.
The answer came in one small phrase
Hovering over any other;
It was this: the listening lover.
Not athletic, active, virile,
Not a grunter with no smile.
This: a listener
That moves untaught with every signal,
Sensing, waiting, holding back, until
 
With intuition honed,
What body’s pulse has telephoned,
A glistening outcome follows up;
Nature’s own sweet lollipop:
The consequence of listening.
 
The Listening Lover 8.24.2018 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Nover Corwin

No Bees For The Trees

One of these sudden thoughts. 🤔✍️
No Bees For The Trees🐝
There’ve been no bees to please the apple trees.
And so we’ve no apple
To cull from their leaves.
Not one single apple
To mull winter’s wine.
It’s awful that no helpful insect can dine
Or is drawn to a bough and the branch
That grows by the tree’s bench
Encircling the tree,
Endowing the bee
With no reason for honey;
Nothing to pollinate,
No source of syrup –
Whatever the process in buttercup nature.
Trees please, please the bees!
Send an agreeable breeze to enhance what they need,
Giving us insight to nourish the hive
So they thrive in their swarm
Warm with harmless intention.
This, just to mention the plea of the season.
No Bees For The Trees 8.23.2018 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
🐝

Watching The Advertising World

Watching The Advertising World🤔✍️
 
We love a contest, love rewards,
Love the ‘extra price’, the bargain.
We are drawn to melody – the jingle;
To the brightly coloured font.
The promise of a brighter future
Through a product, two or three:
Anything that’s there for me!
Anything to make us prettier or handsome-er,
Slinky, manlier,
Faster, younger, healthier.
Ah, there comes the charity;
The pulling at the heart strings
For a being lesser off than we.
Anything to make us feel well:
Anything to sell.
 
Watching The Advertising World 8.19.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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