[All] Thinking Contains Worry

   [ All] Thinking Contains Worry

 I’m coming to the coda of a notion hypothetical,

That [all] thinking contains worry.

Oh, I know you’ll disagree – but anyway,

Here goes:

It doesn’t matter what the thought –

Grandchildren, shopping, job connection

Or the next, next, next, next expectation,

All your thought lies in the past

Or what’s to come.

 

Past has passed and future’s form

Is non-existent, aninsistent,

Obstacle to peace.

At least

one obstacle. So cease

The thought and use techniques

Long honored and time tested.

Watch:

The breath go in and out.

Say:

A word or phrase un-mouthed.

Sing:

A song somewhat out loud.

Feel:

With mind, brain or your anus;

Any part on which your focus.

Makes no difference. As inane as this may sound,

The mind, which, vacuum formed, will fill with peace,

Which peace will equal happiness,

Which happiness, will bring the rest

You dearly seek and sorely need;

The best of foods to feed your soul.

For those who don’t believe in soul,

Feed the psyche or the troll –

Whatever’s there that suits the role

You’re born to use as tool

To bring on healing, holy grail-ing,

Cause all thinking contains worry

And all worry contains failing.

 

All Thinking Contains Worry 10.8.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

t’s a long title, but worth it.  You’ll see why.  Who can not be moved?  If you like it, share it (as they say).

Love (to the world),

Arlene

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

 As usual I watch TV.

Not news but documentary.

“Care and Sustenance of Nature”

Is the theme, wherein I learn

The world’s downfall is not the climate, wars or other,

But the disappearance of the flora

And the fauna.

Who knew? Not I, certainly.

With population out of hand,

We continue in our building,

Take the forests and its bounty.

Must we people mutiny?

 

In the forests are the flora and the fauna.

Insects, mosses, mushrooms, herbs;

All dependent on the flora.

All reliant on the fauna.

 

Population out of hand; swelling daily,

How to build for it more wisely?

Species dying out of hand,

We, the ostriches in sand,

Where lies duty, where lies blame?

Where lies power and restraint?

Where lies leadership, and who shall act?

I, you, we who lacked the facts?

 

Trump has plans to dig the Arctic.

There can be no Noah’s Ark. Bit

Rapes and drills

And why the hell do we need oil?

Will the planet turn into

A windblown, sterile, long dead ‘thing’

Hanging there somewhere in space?

Seen from out another planet, what will be its face?

Green or over-green? Impure for sure?

Caked and coated.  Sun-blocked from atomic war.

Or it could be drowned by water.

What in hell can be/could be?

‘Hell on earth’ no more cliché

But Nature’s unconcerned reality.

 

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna 10.22.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Days Of Distraction

  Days Of Distraction: The List

What can they be?

They seem to go on endlessly.

Helping out a friend in need;

Finding ways to heed the need(s)

Of several needy friends in need.

Ignoring things that might be done,

Might be some fun

And useful monetarily.

Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.

Structure: that’s one key.

Thinking practically; harmony.

Priority to me, myself and I.

 

Life is simple.

Roof, warmth, food –

Summed up sample of the simple,

Which gives ample time

To carry out the other,

‘Other’ meaning tools which further

Happiness and satisfaction.

 

Paying bills and buying,

Days of duty and temptation;

Stress and tension:

‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.

 

What to do about this ‘dream’,

For dream it is.

This is a list and not a scheme;

Not a plan nor stratagem.

Read and think, find out!

The answer lies in nought but thee.

(That’s you and me).

You’ll see

what works.*

 

Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;

Arlene Corwin

*Chatted with my ‘English rose’ of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things.  It inspired these little reflections. 

It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You.  By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peoplephobia

             Peoplephobia

You’ve heard about them all,

The misanthropes, misogynists,…

But have you heard of peoplephobes?

Detestation of a group,

Fear and loathing

Women, men, trade deals, the globe:

You-know-who – I think he’s got it.

Actions show it,

Does he know it?

Groundless, baseless,

Senseless

To the point

Of being foolish.

One who has it

Doesn’t know it,

Has not conquered anger, temper and self-interest.

All those traits of vice that simply aren’t nice!

Traits that ultimately cause destruction

Of the self and those who follow.

Hollow traits that scoff the poor,

Prizing, praising the well-off.

Leaving Latin, leaving Greek

And colloquially stated,

New created,

Peoplephobia’s the thing

For understanding would-be kings

And you-know-who,

Thanking God that it’s not you

Or me.

Which would be woeful, sorrowful and lousy.

 

Peoplephobia 10.17.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

You Can’t Have A War

    I was watching a reportage about the strong possibility of a war between Iraq and Kurdistani Kirkuk.  I don’t consider myself a political person, neither politically aware nor politically active.  But sometimes, I’m moved on a deep level at the futility of and process leading up to war.  This is one of those moments.  I went directly to the computer.

 You can’t have a war

Unless you have weapons;

You can’t have those weapons

Unless you have industries;

Can’t have an industry earning no money –

And money means profit,

For who runs an industry

That doesn’t profit –

Profit the carrot.

 

Weapons-to-profit:

The distance is multi- or many small instances

Building the one upon other,

Easy to disregard, 

Turn a blind eye to.

 

Oil or real estate,

Access to coast,

Minerals, labor:

Possession and use.

Passions’ abuse

And war is the certainty.

 

It’s terribly sad,

This fighting for terra;

A sickening error

Pretending it’s doctrine or canon or righteousness.

Overruled, conscience.

 

You can’t have a war,

Restrain it,

Unless there’s this chain of re-action,

Everyone playing his part.

It’s breaking my heart. 

Ain’t it yours?

 

You Can’t Have A War 10.14.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Gifted But Out Of Tune

 

Doctor: “What can you expect?

You’re eighty-two! Accept it!

Vocal cords, no longer tighten.

Yours will never close again.”

 

Goodness knows, boy, do I know it!

Unpredictable, quixotic.

Coming, going, throwing

Intonation out the window.

 

Eighty-two, all soon to be

An eighty- three.

Must Corwin flee because of age?

Flee the stage because of age?

Damn, no!

Today, tomorrow,

She says no to going!

 

Sings her heart out – when she can.

Songs fantastic; jazzy, cool,

Breaking rule harmonic

For the music and the fun of it.

But voice, alas, hard to control,

Its life so unconnected to the whole.

 

Bitch pitch, stich with crooked seam;

Bad, sad, how she sorely wants to scream.

She doesn’t.   Giving out the gifts from heaven,

Hearing flaws – now a given.

Focusing

on now and only…

Singing, playing joyfully;

Doing when and how,

She crowns the gig and takes a bow.

Gifted But Out Of Tune 10.7.2017

Vaguely About Music II; Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Who Would Want To Be World Famous?

 

Who would want to be world famous?

This, the planet so humongous,

Virtuous and villainous,

Full of goodness, full of badness.

Who wants to expose himself’

To the injustices of pelf

That lay in wait upon the shelf of fates unknown?

I’ve come to think: Remain un-shown,

Roof up above, food for the day,

A bed on which to lay your head,

Doing what you’re born to do,

Meant to fulfill you

Without pushing for reward.

Those who aim for fame today

Go absolutely the wrong way.

That’s it – and all I have to say.

 

Who Would Want To Be World Famous? 10,1.2017

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

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