Does The Universe Have Consciousness?

To all my Facebook friends who have and do not open it, or my non-Facebook friends do not have it at all. Also to my friends who have never opened my Arlene Corwin Poetry.com site but who I think might be interested in this speculation.

I suspect it is so.
Things come and they go,
Obeying some laws we can never know.

Particles that pass from time to come
To time that’s passed,
The neither lasting
Long in taking
Shape or termination.

Yet there’s oneness:
There’s a uni-verse,
Maybe a multi-verse stuck in a universe
Larger than this.
Kissing outer-verses
Nursed by a causal consciousness
Supreme and prime:
Consciousness Time, consciousness ‘I’m’.
Consciousness Name, consciousness Aim;
Consciousness in which all life is totally the same
Inside its form, its formulas and formlessness,
It’s symmetry and chaos –

So, in thoughtfulness (that also comes and goes),
i have a hunch it is so.

Does The Universe Have Consciousness? 2.24.2019 Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Welcoming 2019 2nd (better) draft

To those of you who either don’t have Facebook, never go to my site (Arlene Corwin Poetry.com) or have anything to do with poetry, I send you this thoughtful but quickly written welcome into the new year. (There’s something sublimely didactic in me that comes out when writing. I think it’s a good thing). The simple rhymes will make it easy for everyone.
Love,
Arlene💕

Welcoming 2019🧘‍♀️🌈

When everything around is going fast to hell,
We owe it to ourselves to ring out every bell inside (ourselves)
Feel well inside, to ride it out
With cheer and hope,
Not saying ‘nope’ nor moping
In a state
Of negativity.

Let’s pop the cork of generosity;
Philanthropy with common sense and insight,
Making right the wrongs not -out but inside.
Face the new year with old wisdoms.
Every culture has, knew, knows them
Through the sages of the ages.

Let us not to be harmed by karma’s laws.
Past causes always swallowed up by Time;
Let’s sow new seeds as yet unsown
For we, the generators
Are creators
And the future is unknown.

Out with scum, the humdrum, and the dumb
Caught up in day by day.
The busy-ness of nothingness
Is not for us.

As said before,
Let’s greet the year
With hope and cheer
Despite clear omens of the climes
And sheer despair
Of scattering diaspora from native homelands,
And, and, and – and, and.

In between,
Let’s welcome in
Twenty nineteen
Taking care
To make clean air
(for air is everywhere).

Blessings and good luck!

Welcome 2019 1.1.2019 Our Culture Our Times II; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Welcoming 2019

Welcoming 2019🧘‍♀️🌈

When everything around is going fast to hell,
We owe it to ourselves to ring out
Every bell inside ourselves,
Feel well inside, to ride it out
With cheer and hope,
Not saying ‘nope’ nor moping
In a state
Of negativity.

Let’s pop the cork of generosity;
Philanthropy with common sense and insight,
Making right the wrongs not -out but inside first.

Face the new year with old wisdoms.
Every culture has, knew, knows them
Through the sages of their ages.

Let us not to be harmed by karma’s laws.
Past cause always swallowed up by Time;
Let’s sow new seeds as yet unsown
For we, the generators
Are creators
And the future is unknown.

Out with scum, the humdrum, and the dumb
Caught up in day by day.
The busy-ness of nothingness
Is not for us.

As said before,
Let’s greet the year
With hope and cheer
Despite clear omens of the climes
And sheer despair
Of scattering diaspora from native homelands,
And, and, and – and, and.

In between,
Let’s welcome in
Twenty nineteen
Taking care
To make clean air
(for air is everywhere).

Blessings and good luck!

Welcome 2019 1.1.2019 Our Culture Our Times II; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Year’s End Poetry

Year’s End Poetry

Moments

It’s always you,
And all you do
Consists of moments:
Breathing, eating, acting and deciding –
Moments, nothing more;
The moment’s store
Become the whole of you
And yet continue.
Think about it and take care,
Aware of every undertaking.
Brush each tooth for life and death.
Save the earth with each decision.
Leave derision
From,
And to,
And of
The mockers and the Trumps at home.
Each moment is your own.

Moments 12.30.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Lazinesses

Have you ever noticed
How abstract and hard it is
To recognise a laziness;
So sneaky is the quality.
You’re fetching something from the pantry.
Purged a shelf from unused cans,
Pushed a dozen tins aside
When you decide,
“Well, I’ll leave this and that and t’other.
Too much bother!”
So the custard powder stays as is:
Is front just where you didn’t want it.
This means that the new baked beans
Which bought en masse, the price reduced
Are shrouded and obscured – again.
The daily looked-for, hard discerned and
Doubly hard to lay one’s hands on.
Laziness has won.

Lazinesses 12.30.2018 Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Mourning Song To A Face

Sometimes one just has to ‘take the piss out of…’ and laugh at oneself! Philosophically, of course!

Mourning Song To A Face😁
👩‍🎤
Ooh, ooh, I’m vain!
Looked at ye old looking glass again
And there were lines up, down, diagonal
Some long, some short, some horizontal;
More today than yesterday
That tell no lies – “no way!”
(As kids are fond of saying).
(I use) hydrogen peroxide to erase
This beastly ageing of the face
That’s waging war on my, MY face!
How dare you nature, to disgrace
This face like some decaying carcass!
As I bathe and scrub and rub
Diagonally and up and down…
Well, at least I’m spotlessly soaped cleaner now.
It nearing Christmas, a new year.
‘New year’ just one advanced age more;
Not benefaction or a gift,
Just one more mourning try to sift
Through shifting cells ‘broke down’,
And trying mainly, vainly not to frown,
Hide through a mask of clown-like makeup
But take up
The day with an unuttered no opinion.

Mourning Song To A Face 12.20.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Ageig; Arlene Nover Corwin

Whatever You Concentrate On…

Whatever You Concentrate On (Is Where Your Mind Will Go)🧘‍♀️✍️

Whatever you concentrate on
Is where your mind will go.
And where mind goes
Is chaos or bliss,
Contentment’s piece of paradise,
Well-being’s peace in the same place…

But who can concentrate?
So few.
Can you?
If not,
It’s time to start.

Concentration is the heart
Of quieting the mind;
And quieting the mind
Provides control,
Conveys to soul
Its role
In quality
And quantity.

What does it mean to concentrate?
Simply put:
To bring one’s focus toward a pivot,
Stay there,
And it doesn’t matter why or where:
The chosen theme’s what matters.
In scientific parlance,
It’s to strengthen the proportion of a substance
By reducing or diluting
So the form that’s left Is optimum.
Envision sum, force, power,
You, the flower
Of your future.

Lose the blues!
Ponder, muse!
Deliberate! Contemplate!
Nourish life and make things right:
Focus well and concentrate!

Whatever You Concentrate On 11.25.2018 Nature In & Of Reality; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative Ii; Arlene Nover Corwin

Finding Out The Truth

Another one of those days on a roll.  Wait until you see the next poem coming up. I Like To Wash The Dishes.  

 
      Finding Out The Truth📚
         (the simplest of tips)
 
What else is there in vigour’s  plan?
What is the purpose and design?
To find out who you are,
And carry out the findings
(Near and far) because you care –
That’s all you have midst all around,
The ground of you, your guiding star.
 
So you search, release and gather;
Hopefully to reach a peace
Consistent, constant, rather 
Than the daily scurry of damned worry
That insists on taking lead, being your guide,
Giving the days a heaviness
That ought not be,
The outer world always a mess.
Worry dams and damns unquestionably, 
Clearly and Inevitably!
 
Find your tastes, your gifts, your wastes.
Stick to your guns
Yet giving in that extra ounce 
That makes you flexible,
Yes, humble.
 
Strangely, paradoxically,
Although you are one of a kind,
You are a part of mankind –
All the same except for name
And form and place:
Yes, yes, part of the human race. 
 
You are alone,
But can’t accomplish this alone.
(another puzzling contradiction).
Solitary in the bath, on toilet,
In components of your colon –
Yet, you cannot get
To truth and Truth (big T)
Without help from society.
 
Anyway, before this poem
Becomes a tome,
This poet leave you with a line:
Finding truth’s the whole shebang!
 
Finding Out The Truth 11.19.2018 Circling Round Reality; Nature in & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

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