Everyone Has Faith

     Everyone Has Faith

 

Everyone has faith.

The only question is the choice we make.

Everybody worships (kind of)

What we worship is our choice –

From leaning, and from combination

Of that leaning and condition.

 

Choose, we choose what we were born to choose.

The gene, the fate, position, lot,

Perhaps to win or lose:

Strange as it sounds, our knot.

 

The crux

Is that life sucks

But faith brings trust, conviction,

Optimism, hope and courage –

All positive and negative, yin and yang

As well you know.

For what is not?

 

Everyone Has Faith 5.14.2017

To The Child Mystic II; The Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

Being Honest

             Being Honest

It’s hard.

Sounds simple, but it’s hard.

It’s brave. It’s subtle.

And you’re scarred and marred.

It is so many things

That dare I write them sans façade

My friends complain:

Too damned demanding,

Hard to deal with; so much

Nuance; synonyms abounding.

They wants simpleness: the easy way.

 

Simple, yes, but challenging.

You’ve got to be considerate,

Your character to deal with.

Why kill? Death comes to all.

An honest kill is still a murder.

 

Why press ideas?

You know that ideas change,

That phases are the germ of life.

It’s hard to stand against temptation,

Vengeance, easy money, vice.

Hard to be right-minded, truthful

Self-restrained, just being nice.

 

Funny, but

It’s easier to tell the truth

When you begin to show you’re age.

People show respect, in fact,

They think you’re sage.

They’re happy that they’re getting honesty

Straight from the shoulder:

Benefits of growing older.

 

Old or young or middle life,

We’ve all had problems, woes and strife.

There is an art to being honest

Without cruelty or exploitation,

Without character’s temptation.

Best we start.

 

Being Honest 4.5.4027

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Going To You

              Going To You

 

I couldn’t sleep. What could I do?

I went to you.

I go as often as I can,

As often as élan emerges:

Like a spy whose operation purges,

Does not tell (well,

those detected and elected).

I ought to come to you more often.

True to form you’re there to soften

In one way or t’other – like a mother.

 

Is it just interpretation, fancy, brain synaptic,

Watching happenings?

Often ending as I would wish they should,

Seeing failings patched, detached,

Improving slowly once they’re hatched?

 

If I had been born to preach,

Joined synagogue or church,

Become rabbi, Mormon, Witness, priest,

Going north, south, west and east

At least I’d feel I landed.

 

But I’m silent and agog,

A secret seeker through the fog of worldly turbulence

And tastes that tempt, participating in the dance

With casualness, no casualty, but taking in causality as One,

It being April one, a day of fun at fooling friends –

Supercool, I face and grace it with my presence.

 

Going To You 4.1.2017

God Book II; Circling Round Reality; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

God Has A Plan

       God Has A Plan

 

God has a plan.

A plan?

What does it mean?

And what is God?

Not meaning to be mean,

I want to take in

Them’s that do and them’s that don’t

Believe or doubt.

 

If followed to the end,

All roads lead home to Rome.

Good-natured, good humored,

Dastard, bastard,

Substandard, no standard

Which means bad, good and all the world.

 

The plan, a plan

Is interesting indeed.

To analyze, interpret, give word to,

For we need

A word to read, be heard,

To take into the heart and head.

 

If you are a keen observer

Of the concrete and empirical,

You see that things have patterns,

(for example, thought and matter).

Post- and pre- the pattern makes it lyrical.

(That for fun – the main thing is the plan.)

 

Laws to measure, near and clear,

Self-evident, plain as the nose upon your face.

(Water seeks the lowest space).

Laws unclear, obscure, inferred,

Laws that find no place in science.

 

Plan, the God adored – is Law;

Door short of adoration.

There’s nothing wrong

With seeing through those eyes,

To please

Those on the border

Of belief and dis-

belief.

 

God Has A Plan 3.30.2017

God Book II; Circling Round Science II; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

What Exactly Is A Monad

What Exactly Is A Monad?

 

Monos is a Greek word meaning unit or alone, leading to a most important concept. They say Pythagoras was the first to use it. He meant ‘a single source acting alone; its origin indivisible’. By monos he meant divinity, first being, acting alone. In it’s literal sense, ‘a non-material, least unit in the world’s All. – a word of great beauty and precisely what we are: a non- material and least reducible dot in the world whole. And divine, to boot.

What interests me is the prefix mono used as the noun monad, a concept found in one of the oldest world philosophies: Vedanta. Detailed, rational, easier to comprehend than western metaphoric scriptures, Vedanta has a larger philosophic vocabulary – than even than the German equivalent – monad being one of them.

Why should you think about this? Because it is the you – irreducible, and pragmatically, empirically experience-able. Understanding it is a help, a first step. Where to start? Sitting, standing, lying, moving ask yourself, not ‘who am I’ but ‘where’ is the I that is me? You’ll start the process going. Stand in the middle of a party, a crowd or at the sink. Ask yourself the same question. The hands are going, the feet are going – all the body parts are going. Ask yourself at those times. Ah, but where is me/I?

 

You are alone, surrounded by all other alones. You could say that what you discover in the end is not hands, legs, kidneys and noses, but consciousness. You are a chunk of consciousness. And that chunk is not different one man or woman to another. And yet it is.

 

Confounding perhaps, but inspiring too. It’s up to you to find it and find out. Born alone, you die alone. In fact, you are alone the whole of life, surrounded by other Alones whose aim you have in common: To be free, feel free, to know yourself, to have no fears, and have the understanding that you’re free. How do you know when you are free? You’ll know it when you see it.

If you are Biblical and see yourself as an/the ‘image’ of God, then the aim is to become one with, merge with God. If your references have other origins work with those, but know that in and of yourself, you are alone. Learn to feel that. An absolute not negative but empowering. Knowing that leads to empathetic detachment, an all-embracing love without judgment, without the need to cling or reject.

So when you’re thinking about existence, what it means, what you deserve, think monad.

 

What Exactly Is A Monad? 3.23.2016/1.29.2017

Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

How Long Is A Dream?

 

How long is a dream,

Stream of consciousness

Mirroring unconsciousness,

And speed of thought

Reckoned

In seconds,

Pinned into entities

Clear as a bell.

 

The pain or the joy of

Of a day gone away,

How long is the theme

Crammed into a dream,

The bad and the good

Reflecting the childhood dance

Of experience,

Mire of desire explicit as film.

 

How long is a dream

Is the same as to ask about time

And the time that it’s taken

To organize, star in, produce and direct –

(You do/are all four)

Constructions so tricky and dotty and flighty

It might take one years

To write out all those fears, hopes and wishes

Compressed into minutes

From snippet to whole.

 

How long is a dream,

In its limits or boundlessness,

Fluff as reality stuffed into seconds.

Puzzling, perplexing,

It keeps a man guessing,

The question as madd’ning

As how long is string?

 

How Long Is A Dream? 1.25.2017

Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Consumer Of Existence

         Consumer Of Existence

Even if it’s all predestined

It’s you who choose.

So go, so do.

It does what it does

Despite your choices;

So many factors out and in you.

 

Even if it’s all predestined

You don’t know a thing,

So go, so do,

And carry on as usual.

You win, you lose,

You pay your dues,

Thinking that you have control

Though you have none at all.

 

A panorama of existence,

You consumer and disarmed.

They call it karma.

 

Consumer Of Existence 12.14.2016

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

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