Not The Answer

 

Yoga’s not the answer

To dilemmas, glitches, life’s catch 22s.

Always death or sickness; aging:

Causes, which a Buddha knows.

 

Hatha yoga helps

Where situation is ambiguous.

Consciousness has grown,

You’ve known your body

In so many ways;

You’ve learned to handle causes

Subtlest to the naked eye

Of even the most qualified.

 

And yet, and yes,

I recommend it.

Hatha, Raja, Bhakti, Jnana,*

Karma – each and every overlapping:

Answers lying everywhere.

 

Nothing is the answer,

With the answers everywhere

Inside the layers.

Of the onion.

 

*pronounced gyana

 

Not The Answer 8.1.2013

Circling Round Yoga;

Arlene Corwin

Whole-Body Sex

 

Where least important is the penis and its mate,

Where body-whole squirms,

Both affirming and confirming love,

The stem of love,

The germ of love in every cell,

The spring from which an all-love flows

Feels very, very well

Indeed.

 

Not form-physique,

Not parts –

(They’re only parts)

But soul/mind/hearts

Defining something deeper,

Terminating in, perhaps

Eternity.

 

Whole Body Sex 11.23.2013/revised 12.16.2015

Circling Round Eros II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Imprisoned In Jeans

       Imprisoned In Jeans

Legs in the highest of high heels;

Shapes paid to wear the rags

Of some big deal

Whose name commands big money.

Girls willowy, who saunter

‘Cross our TV screens

In jeans

Of every width and breadth

But there, there in the secret part,

The part that has to breathe

Confined, restrained, constricted, trapped

They sit

Tight, tight,

No single centimeter left in which

To fit

A finger in some slit.

A sweaty thing, to say the least.

Imprisoned In Jeans 2.25.2013

Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Vanities II:

Arlene Corwin

Listen Husbands Out There

Listen Husbands Out There

Listen husbands out there,

Who ignore, disdain

Vagina’s brain,

Emotion’s need,

Emotion’s brain,

Vagina’s need;

Romance without the penis,

Lovely garden, a lovely house;

Ignored, the little mouse down where

It counts.

I’ve heard about you husbands

From my lonely friends,

So hear my warning:

One grey morning

After nights of stone

She’ll up and leave that all-prosaic penis,

Yup, alone.

Listen Husbands Out There 9.23.2013

Love Relationships II; Circling Round Eros II;

Arlene Corwin

Remarkable Reality 6.20.2014

Remarkable Reality

 

A button, key

To tuck away reality

That could have been.

You video your playing

Filled with errors, notes you never

Would perform if there were

People present.

You delete.

Reality has been.

But you can hit the button,

Run away, correct, pretend

It never happened.

No one saw/need see

Until you’re letter free:

Faultless, flawless, seamless,

Your reality recorded and erased,

The moment secret in its weakness

While your brain’s knows three:

Before, an after

Or a chosen never.

Delete. Delight.

Repeat till ripe

To reap a new reality,

The old, once known

Paused, gone.

 

Remarkable Reality (found on a scrap dated 8.16.2013 )revised 6.20.2014

Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

Such A Pity 2013

Such A Pity

 

Such a pity

That life has to end,

Great talents and

The little man –

It doesn’t matter.

Scattered ashes,

Rotted flesh –

There’s nothing fresh

About death –

Or is there?

 

Such A Pity 7.10.2013

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Getting Bored 2014

I get bored so easily.  I play a tune nine hundred times and have to change it; got to change it.  Improving, that’s the name.  Who can do the same damn thing life in, life out?  We need to change; it is a good.  We are variety machines.  Change is subtle, slow in coming.  Change can be a nuance – simply humming.  But if you’re got ears, you hear.  Inventing, winging it, ad libbing ad libitum.  Creatively and on the spot, you feel you’ve got to make up something new to satisfy and oh, it quenches; worn replaced, the freshness making  you a happy fledgling; born again.  Lose the fear!  It’s here you want to chase it.  Clinch the moment.   Let the boredom take you to the next bewitching instance.

I get bored so easily.

When playing a tune

Nine hundred times,

I’ve just got to change it.

Improvising, that’s the name.

Who can do the same life in, life out?

We need to change – a good thing.

We are variety machines.

Change can be nuance –

Nothing big; subtle, slow in coming.

But, if you’ve got the talent and the ear

You hear: inventing, extemporizing,

Winging-it, ad-libbing ad libitum.

Creatively and on the spot

You feel you’ve got

To make up something new

To satisfy you, and

Oh, it quenches:

The worn replaced, its freshness

Making you a happy fledgling; re-born.

Lose the fear!

It’s here you want to chase it.

Clinch the moment.

Let boredom take you to the next

Bewitching instance.

Getting Bored 7.20.2013

Vaguely About Music II; Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Getting Bored

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