I Still Have Ego Left

       I Still Have Ego Left

I still have ego – all its parts.

Is it the ‘smarts’?

Is it the ‘dumbs’?

Something to succumb to?

On the good side ego gives me self-esteem.

On bad, it gives me self-conceit,

Leads me to think sour is sweet,

Leads me on a road that’s wrong:

Vanity, a false self image;

Is that knowledge or mirage?  

Singing a wrong, woeful song?

 

Do I want to kill it? 

Subjugate it?

Maybe, just an itty bit! 

Why quash, why squash

Distinctiveness, uniqueness,

And the differentness

That makes us us.

 

Even when peculiarity,

You are you and I am me.

We do not want to change that, yet

The ego fools us masterfullly.

Wresting honesty from wisdom.

 

So with ego left, the outcome is:

Learn to distinguish real from false;

Take the pulse of life each day 

And play the game of authenticity.

I Still Have Ego Left 8.14.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Always Concerned

             Always Concerned: Next Book Out

Always a problem: titling a book.

The year 2018 into August.

Forthcoming book this author’s must.

One needs a name, the themes

Reflecting urgency that feeds

A book come out,

A  shout

Reflecting year,

Aspects unclear

For their weird, feared things seldom bargained for

That hang together by some law

Difficult to spot, to catch, to see –

Material in superfluity

Changing imperceptibly.

 

What to call it – that’s the rub,

This is no club, this world of books

But individual perception; a projection

Personal but universal underneath.

Always Concerned 2018 8.14.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee

         Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee

Always lifted, clear, inspired,

Tiredness completely sifted.

Left, whatever nature’s genes have gifted,

Here I sit on puffed up pillow,

Waiting, willing any little thought to flow,

Transformed by life’s maturity

To something noble.

Where to go?

In life, in word the path will show itself

If I just sit and wait, short term, long term,

Flexible, accessible but firm.

Okay, I’ll trust,

Doing what I must according to

My character, my mood, my temperament,

The moment.

See you later, alligator!

See you after

Thought’s been drafted,

Grafted from idea to paper.

As it comes I’ll watch with interest,

Witness and participant,

Recipient and implement.  

Tool as well as karma’s fool. 

Isn’t coffee wonderfull!

Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee 8.12.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

July Gone By…Focus August

  July Gone By…Focus August

July gone by, the focus August,

Time in cycles,

Every end a new succession –

This into eternity.

Before we focus on a doomsday,

As so any do,

Find out who you are,

                                 -out, -in,

Omitting past and future,

They but sutures stitching your existence

To a present and a presence

That is younow or a nowyou.

 

Things end, come out of that;

Forms form out of their essence.

There is no apocalypse so-called, 

To end it all.

Just start, stop, start;

A dwindling or a violence.

 

The day was yesterday,

July gone by.

Today the focus August.

(Simple metaphor for time

Because it is a cute and simple rhyme)

But you know what I am

                                     saying,                                  

Playing with existence.

July Gone by…Focus August 8.1.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin 

Here & Now: A Mantra

Waking with a fuzzy mind I had to collect myself. Here’s what I did.
        Here & Now: A Mantra✍️🤔
 
This is where I am: here and now.
Not then, oh no!
Just, but and only now.
This body, senses,
Thoughts a row
Of Nows that keep on going.
 
Hand that holds this pen
With eyes that note an orange pad,
Then looks out at a morning cloud;
A back that feels a warmth from bed;
A mind that lets it all writ down.
 
Here and now.
A here in flow.
A shifting focus in the flood of time
Whose now is dawn,
Where ballpoint ink is going soon.
Whose whose belongs
To some Unseen Unfelt: a boon.
 
This me,
My here and now,
I bow to it.
Here & Now: A Mantra Revelations Big & Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

When Enlightenment Goes Vacationing

  When Enlightenment Goes Vacationing

It’s that sort of day;
Clear, dear enlightened mind
Feels far away,
Enlightenment become benightedness.
Yet part of this fazed, fuzzy mind finds
Something there to write about,
For fear of frightening
A skill into enduring standstill.
Everybody knows
A dancer cannot skip a day.
What grows as artistry
Cannot afford a day’s abandonment of creativity,
A sloughing off of habit.
It’s the habit that enables one to duplicate,
Recreate and new-create.
So I cheat stagnation one more time
By making up this roughshod rhyme
To keep my brain in prime condition
Even when the clime is wrong,
The chime of
Reverberates with no ding-dong.
When dear, clear vision goes vacationing,
It’s gentle bullying
That wins the day.
When Enlightenment Goes Vacationing 7.28.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

All Day Long They Come

          All Day Long They Come✍️🤔
 
All day long they come: the phrases.
Speech, the language,
Forthright, hidden and implied,
Meaning pregnant…
Who can fight off inspiration,
Rhythms notwithstanding?
If you have the slightest musicality,
Beat invites a meter.
Meaning, language, rhythms, meter.
How unbeatable!
And how easy to believe
In the beginning was the Word,
In the beginning was the Om,
And so we write,
And knowing not, not knowing that
The novelist, essayist, poet
Are the givers of the sound of God.
You find it odd?
Instead be happy!
Writers are your guide.
 
All Day Long They Come 7.29.2018 The Processes: Creative, Meditative II; Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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