Mister Cause

Just finished tinkering with this old thing from 2013 (editing my “Swedish Book”)
Mister Cause🌿🌳🦜🐇
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Sitting on the little dock,
I practice thanking Mister Cause, a breeze
That’s making living easy.
Senses working; birds, words, sun
High in a sky awake till midnight.
Floral June, bright coloured June.
It’s Sweden when the days will scarce reach culmination.

Practicing and analysing thoughtless feeling;
Thinking, hearing, seeing, touching
Albert Cat who’s come to visit on the dock
To seek and find a fish-filled lake.
Half-closed lids see diamonds glimmer.
Optical illusions shimmer,
Watered northern lights striated.

Mister Cause today my teacher,
Needing practice to appreciate.
Genderlessly worthy of allegiance,
Making, causing every instance –
Easy living, in this case.

Mister Cause 6.11.2013/4.29.2019 Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature II; God BooK II; Arlene Nover Corwin

An Inner Universe (in pseudo scientific style)

Just think, there are connections,
Wires, strings, god knows, but more
Than atoms in the galaxy.
(I’m making all this up
To slip into and conjure up
My mind’s eye fantasy
Of what it’s like inside my brain;
The power and the majesty
Involved in what it takes and what awaits
A brain trained in self-mastery.
Such beauty and I dare say capability,
Potential and authority
For good,
If only we apply ourselves one-pointedly.

An Inner Universe 4.27.2019 Circling Round Science; Circling round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin



Comments vs Likes

This is a standing consideration of mine: In fact, I’ve just rewritten it and dared to make it even stronger🧘‍♀️
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COMMENTS VS LIKES
I do prefer a ‘Comment’ as opposed to ‘Like’.
It is more supportive, justifying and confirming.
There is a sloth in Like.
It says, “I’ve seen your work, but lack the drive and will
To analyze or criticise.”
I myself make efforts to do either/or or both.
It is a way to honor writer, painter – anyone whose entry
Rates a thoughtful, grateful, grading,
Not the least, a kindly greeting.

Maybe Facebook has to change the word
From quasi-turd (my own deduction) to another
More demanding term.
Do you, dear reader disagree, agree,
Or have you never given idea scrutiny?

Here’s a thought:
Try to enter some prioritized idea to see
What feedback you receive online.
Try to feel the feeling that it gives: some fine
Bouquet of gladness or the slight hint of rejection.

Unresponsiveness must be a no-no;
It produces disenchantment,
For we human beings need to know
We are alive in mirrored eyes
Any form of love much better than no love at all.
Like is often meanly small:
Insufficient, skimpy, measly, piddling, sketchy: just too little!

CommentS Versus LikeS 4.9.2019 Definitely Didactic; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

An Inner Universe

🚀🛰 An Inner Universe🌈⭐️🌞🌝💫
(in pseudo scientific style)

Just think, there are connections,
Wires, strings, god knows, but more
Than atoms in the galaxy.
(I’m making all this up
To slip into and conjure up
My mind’s eye fantasy
Of what it’s like inside my brain;
The power and the majesty
Involved in what it takes and what awaits
A brain trained in self-mastery.
Such beauty and I dare say capability,
Potential and authority
For good,
If only we apply ourselves one-pointedly.

An Inner Universe 4.27.2019 Circling Round Science; Circling round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Bit Of Buddhistic Thought In Arlene-Speak

The mixture of Vedanta, Hinduism and Buddhism that’s had a part in shaping all these years. Of course there have been other parts of this mixture, but this is on the board at the moment.

Things quickly come and go:
Dew white and wet, dry, none to get;
Lightening bright and white and sudden,
Over in a nano-second;
Dream when nothing can be held
On waking is recalled detailed;
Shadows never leaving us, not caught or grasped.
On all that moves, will-o’-the-wisp.’

We are the same
Except for shape and look and name.

Forms change diversely,
Yet they share a cavity, a kind of
Emptiness and empathy
(a paradox if e’er there was one)
None precluded, and no thing,
Which seems to bear the ring of truth:
Illusions on the outside, with an inside that just is.

I don’t know what doesn’t show
A crux that’s shared, a germ un-bared.
The core, the nucleus, the essence
But a nescience, yes,
A kind of emptiness.


A Bit Of Buddhistic Thought In Arlene-Speak 4.17.2019 Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Waiting For April/The Daffodils

Another April poem. Am I obsessed, or is it April that is the catalyst?👩‍🎤🐥🐇
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Waiting For April (To Turn To May)

One waits for the months to turn,
Mind, heart a-burning for springtime’s returning.
One waits for the spurning of stern Feb and March,
For early darks and ice packed snow to simply go;
The tendril more than slender wisp,
Cold winds that lost their stringent grasp,
The lengthy rays of longer light,
With birds from other lands in flight,
Preparing wings not yet a-nesting…
All these signs attesting…
Yes,
This one awaits the final day
To turn voilá, to flowering May!

Still in nature mode.

The Daffodils Are Out🌹🌺🥀🌸🌼🌻(couldn’t find any daffodils in the emojis)

The daffodils are out and up,
Pre-cursing any buttercup that’s bound to rise,
A prize which may bring other blooms.
It’s too soon to declare what, where:
Crocuses already here – here and there.
Indoors, hyacinth is growing like nobody’s business,
Amorous show-off-y amaryllis
Struts his stuff
Like peacock tail’s fluff stealing the show.
Outgoing that he is, he likes to crow.

Outdoors the rival squirrel
Steals the seed from birds in need.
He doesn’t care, the tantalizing food is there
And he/she has small babies to go halves with.
Actually, I’ve no idea what family life Is all about.
So I’m allowed to have my doubts
And even guess where Mr/Mrs have their nest.

Back to the flowers: Scilla is a pretty one;
Blue as the sky and bell-shaped,
Covering the landscape
In contrast to grass whose green controls the scene.
As for dandelions, special thanks
When banks on road’s edge and our lawn
Produce these yellows on
Which every part is edible: How laudable!
Leaf for salad, root for coffee (though ersatz)
Bloom for dandelion wine. Congrats!
To diverse flowerets, all in spring,
Flowering for no one’s sake, reasoning
Completely missing.
If they had two hands, I’d shake them,
Each and every her and his.

I just hope the bees will come out loud and strong
A-buzzing and a-pollenating ‘fore too long.
The Daffodils Are Out 4.15.2019 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Finally, Black Hole Captured

Black hole, a point of Infinite compactness;
Perforation in the timeless emptiness
Of outer space, deep space, a place
Of absolute no legroom:
A space/place I’ve no words for.

Where (if one can use a where)
The gravity is such a weight, so great
No light can come away.
It can’t escape, it can’t get out
No matter how you pout or shout;

Electro- radiation quanta
In a spectrum we can measure
Which we choose to christen photons,
In a wavelength spectrum of all colors we can see!
Oh my, oh me!

Partly wave/and particle
To which the journey in a vacuum
At the speed of dash_ kilometers a second
We’ve assigned the name of Light
Is swirling energetically –
Which sounds as if it’s very busy
When the only thing is seems to do
Is eat. How sweet!

A wobbling hole whose only job
Is gobbling up, down, on and in
A not two-day but ever-daily binge.
How droll!
A hole of black
From which no something or no nothing’s ever, ever
Coming back!

Finally, Black Hole Captured 4.11.2019 A Sense O The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Nature II;
Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Reality;

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