I Still Have Ego Left

       I Still Have Ego Left

I still have ego – all its parts.

Is it the ‘smarts’?

Is it the ‘dumbs’?

Something to succumb to?

On the good side ego gives me self-esteem.

On bad, it gives me self-conceit,

Leads me to think sour is sweet,

Leads me on a road that’s wrong:

Vanity, a false self image;

Is that knowledge or mirage?  

Singing a wrong, woeful song?

 

Do I want to kill it? 

Subjugate it?

Maybe, just an itty bit! 

Why quash, why squash

Distinctiveness, uniqueness,

And the differentness

That makes us us.

 

Even when peculiarity,

You are you and I am me.

We do not want to change that, yet

The ego fools us masterfullly.

Wresting honesty from wisdom.

 

So with ego left, the outcome is:

Learn to distinguish real from false;

Take the pulse of life each day 

And play the game of authenticity.

I Still Have Ego Left 8.14.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Always Concerned

             Always Concerned: Next Book Out

Always a problem: titling a book.

The year 2018 into August.

Forthcoming book this author’s must.

One needs a name, the themes

Reflecting urgency that feeds

A book come out,

A  shout

Reflecting year,

Aspects unclear

For their weird, feared things seldom bargained for

That hang together by some law

Difficult to spot, to catch, to see –

Material in superfluity

Changing imperceptibly.

 

What to call it – that’s the rub,

This is no club, this world of books

But individual perception; a projection

Personal but universal underneath.

Always Concerned 2018 8.14.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee

         Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee

Always lifted, clear, inspired,

Tiredness completely sifted.

Left, whatever nature’s genes have gifted,

Here I sit on puffed up pillow,

Waiting, willing any little thought to flow,

Transformed by life’s maturity

To something noble.

Where to go?

In life, in word the path will show itself

If I just sit and wait, short term, long term,

Flexible, accessible but firm.

Okay, I’ll trust,

Doing what I must according to

My character, my mood, my temperament,

The moment.

See you later, alligator!

See you after

Thought’s been drafted,

Grafted from idea to paper.

As it comes I’ll watch with interest,

Witness and participant,

Recipient and implement.  

Tool as well as karma’s fool. 

Isn’t coffee wonderfull!

Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee 8.12.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Jazz Wax Through Song & Sax

     Jazz Wax Through Song & Sax

Excellent in informing us,

Calling to us, telling us,

Myers inspires

And delights.

We, of climes and times,

Of crooked trumpets,

Flat-ed ninths, the plinths

On which we stand

To understand;

Eleven years,

Woven, carved

From records past,

Those forgotten, those that lasted.

Mr Myers, 

You ‘clever dick’, idea-quick,

With urbane yet accessible

Analyses hypnotic.

Culling from the best,

Yet covering, embracing all the minor rest.

This cool, devoted reader

Wishes you the daily leader

In each paper are part of.

Happy year number eleven!

May you liven up the jazz world

Driven by your gifted eyes, hands, ears, 

For many, many, MANY years!

Jazz Wax Through Song & Sax 8.9.2018 Vaguely About Music II;  Arlene Nover Corwin

July Gone By…Focus August

  July Gone By…Focus August

July gone by, the focus August,

Time in cycles,

Every end a new succession –

This into eternity.

Before we focus on a doomsday,

As so any do,

Find out who you are,

                                 -out, -in,

Omitting past and future,

They but sutures stitching your existence

To a present and a presence

That is younow or a nowyou.

 

Things end, come out of that;

Forms form out of their essence.

There is no apocalypse so-called, 

To end it all.

Just start, stop, start;

A dwindling or a violence.

 

The day was yesterday,

July gone by.

Today the focus August.

(Simple metaphor for time

Because it is a cute and simple rhyme)

But you know what I am

                                     saying,                                  

Playing with existence.

July Gone by…Focus August 8.1.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin 

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