Whatsoever you conceive of, you can be.
The phrase cliché or hackneyed,
Envisaging, envisioning, a sea
Out there whereof the possibilities.
In truth, what fruit, would you bequeath?
That is the question, surely.
What do you want left behind?
You yourself want happiness, tranquility,
A knowledge sound in body-mind.
What to do? It’s up to you entirely.
It’s sometimes called self-realising;
Realising of the self, by, with, through, in and for the self.
Innocent and unaware,
We try techniques that start where tricks,
Critiques, new and antique end up there: mind and brain.
Let it rain good thoughts all day,
Deeds and motives rectified.
Lured in sleep by dreamer deep,
Enticed awake by world’s delusional heartbreaks,
Let the whole thing clarify for goodness’ sake,
Purified of all its aches, for as they say,
You, he or she’s got what it takes to be
Whatever…
There’s a sea out there to bathe in,
Sun to find a place in,
To become whoever you conceive of Gunga Din.*
*”Gunga Din” is an 1890 poem by Rudyard Kipling, set in British India. The poem is much-remembered by its final line: “You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din”,[
You Become Whatever…II 7.5.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
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