Dear anyone of any religion, any holiday – anytime during the year. For you.
Love,
Arlene
A Christmas Greetingđđ§ââď¸âď¸
(Thoughts inspired by the fact of the many that are alone at Christmas.)
Youâre Never Alone
Iâve written you are born, live, die alone:
A bubble, unit, oneness, monad.
On the toilet, in the bed, trillion atoms in your head
âUnited by their filaments to form a group.â*
Now I tell you otherwise.
Is what I said illusionized?
The truth of it
Sits in the multi-size
Of Word.
Iâve said we are a monad, one;
A simple entity such as an atom or a person.**
This being true on every level:
Biochemical, cerebral
We but grope, we hope, we soap ourselves
In suds of sorrow – isolated.
Whoosh, itâs but to alter view,
Ideaâs perspective.
Thereâs a commonness tâween me and you.
Youâre capable of doing it,
Our minds determining what truth we see.
Accompanied by company
Or vague, irrational âaloneness in a crowdâ;
Unseen or seen, silent, loud
It is our minds that form reality.
People care.
Theyâre there
Somewhere and everywhere
To touch your arm, take your despair,
Create endorphin, oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin:
Collectively the Happy Hormone***
Giving capability to, âHappy to be on your ownâ
Joined synapses, neurotransmitters
In a happy get together,
Body/soul a whole lot better!
*Botanical reference
** See Leibniz.
***proven fact.
A Christmas Greeting 12,9,2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 