Finding Out About Yourself

Finding Out About Yourself

Who am I? 

Who are you?

It will be asked till time is through.

In fact, it may be

Life’s key issue we pursue;

Extro- intro-, odd man out;

A coverall for all the doubt.


Who are you, you the total real?

Finding out will skål the soul,

Give skill to soul,,

Transform the budding soul/you whole,

Give vision of capacities you’ d no idea,

Where life’s no more apologia. 


It’s a game of Treasure Chest, 

One where you must persevere:.

And in the end you are the measure of the treasure

And your best.


How, you ask, can little me be all in one:

Human, angel, paragon?  

In a nutshell, a nice person!

Remember too, it’s only ever you

Who knows exactly who you are,

All others are interpreters, projecters

Of who they are. 


From who you are at any moment.


While you are there observing, 

Being altered and improved

Finding out about yourself, you cannot waiver.

It’s a trip demanding courage

Into superannuated age,

Its pointers in the right direction never over.

Skål – Swedish: drink (to) the health of, drink to, salute, honour; archaic pledge.

Finding Out About Yourself 9.20.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; 

Full Of LIfe’s Meaning

           Full Of Life’s Meaning

Health and meaning,

Productivity and goodness,

Each without the other 

Pointless, empty, aimless.

Karma is as karma does,

Cause, effect, impact that follows

Following the karmic laws;

Chains of act and motivation:

Like a train into a station;

Moving on – you get my point.

Pointing in and at direction

New to view, ensue, continuing

Forever on.


For that reason goodness pays.

So does purity of heart.

These the simplest of start,

Richest at the end.

(and even in the middle,

though not looking like it then).


This, a facile little verse 

Written post a cup of java.

Oversimplified, naive,

Written down with caffeine fervor,

Nonetheless sincere endeavour

To get at a truth received;

The intellect experiential,  never swayed

By morning  coffee’s  coaxing way. 


And so it ends as it began:

Metaphysical, material and grand,

Taking effort to achieve,

You and I but motes 

And sometimes idiots

Living disquietly in worlds of floods

And wars and riots.  


Just remember, life that’s full of

Health and meaning, creativity and goodness.

Each without the other pointless, empty, aimless.

Life itself, its energy

Was meant to be


Full Of Life’s Meaning 9,17.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin 



Ageing is the strangest damned phenomenon.

It’s sneaky, going ‘long

With universe’s basic law of change.

We hate it cause we cannot change the change

With choice, with voice in matters

Dealing with each atom looming over time.

You watch a documentary of a famous person you once loved.

What you see is change or interchange.

Voice now gravely, hairs now straggly,

Mind not gaga (maybe),

But the teeth, fat, skin itself deranged.

It’s all so strange.

Invisible the first half century,

(If you’ve been so lucky)

Then they come: the boom of bombs begun in womb.

The stealthy hum of failing health a-zooming in,

The forms of  everything you took for granted

Changed from light to odium

Enchanted idioms of youth now faint or quaint.

And the damnedest twist of all

Besides what’s going on outside,

Visible and tactile, 

Is that life has lied.

You thought it stretched ahead forever,

That it never stopped

And then you’re bopped on your old head:

You’re dead.

One’s left to speculate and ponder

Where does life go on from here?

Where and if…

Ageing 9.11.2018 Birth, Death & In Between III; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

I’m often asked by readers whose native language is not English.  Here are a few words of which they might like to know the meaning:

odium;  general or widespread hatred or disgust incurred by someone as a result of their actions:

tactile;  of or connected with the sense of touch: vocal and visual signals 

bop;  verb (bops, bopping, bopped) [with object] hit or punch quickly: Rex bopped him on the head

The Wonder Of The Human Brain

       The Wonder Of The Human Brain: A Learning Tool

 Beneath the hair

I  think it there.

In the genius and moron

A hundred billion neurons

(more likely eighty-six that charges up our many tricks)

Brainstem/spinal cord connected;

Cerebellum which located

In the rear

For balance, schooling that is motor.

Cerebrum fills most of the skull;

Cortex called cerebral –

Sliced in half, a left and right,

Small other parts for thought:

Decisions, mem’ry , learning(s) sought,

Communication and perception:

Stimulation out and in.

(You’d think the parts were wearing thin).

Brain soft, 

A craft 

In white and gray.

Monsieur Poirot was fond of braying

About his  ‘gray cells’ intellect.

(One sees a giant self-respect)

Two percent of body’s mass

With twenty-five the body asks

To keep it thinking, (bod’ as well)

Energized in best of health.

It gathers up what we call knowledge;

It’s a collage in a  college.

Sleep or in activity, we’re using all that energy.

In other words, the brain’s awake all for our sake:

Yours mine, a mine of wonder.

The real wonder is that it

Creates new cells to keep it fit:

A hippocampus we can’t see

For learning and for memory:

Seven hundred cells that grow

Each day that we don’t know about.

We do not feel them, seal them, heal them.

They’re just there – like air. 

And so the brain rains down upon us

Means and answers, thoughts unanswered,

Mysteries inside

And we’re along for this glad ride.

For whose sake and for why?

Some sort of wonder in the sky?

Could be.

The Wonder Of The Human Brain 6.14.2018 Circling Round Science II; Nature Of &In Reality; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

I Grund Och Botten Är Vi Lika (At the bottom of things we are alike)

     Living in Sweden, as I do, I’ve often noticed that some idioms seem to capture an essence, are more powerful in Swedish than in my own tongue English and vice versa. Therefore, I’ve begun to take the liberty of borrowing the occasional Swedish idiom for use in my poetry.

 I Grund Och Botten (är vi lika)*

A Swedish idiom meaning At The Bottom Of Things (we are alike)


At the bottom of things: basically,

First and foremost and primarily

We are alike.

Our temperament, our gifts, our faults

May differ, and they do.

But you,

You are the same as me.

I is always you is we!

We are a race: a human race.

But should we race, erase the commonality

That binds us all? Of course not!

We are one in essence, which we got

At birth, perhaps before;

Sympathy, empathy, the virtues, vices;

All the aims a blend of spices

From self-sacrifice to merchandise;

Imprecise, but there at bottom

From the scrotum to the sputum.

All your systems are but symptoms.

At their end a blend of like-ness and uniqueness,

And one race.

 I Grund Och Botten 5.31.2018 Swedish Book; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin







The Hottest May On Record

Hot off the press!
The Hottest May On Record🤔

I write about the land I live in
Just because I live there and the land’s at hand.
A land forgiven,
For in heaps of, hopeful ways it’s grand.

The hottest May most every day
Since records started to be written, and
A button on the past,
It points to profits oft’ ill-gotten
In a world of greed, technology: half-rotten.

All the harmful tendencies in man
Brought forth, the times and growing population
On their prideful side.

Oh, I hate to be a just one more harbinger
Of god-knows-what:
Plagues and wars and everything that
Brings disaster.
All this from the weather
And this hottest May on record
Little Sweden.

The Hottest May On Record 5.30.2018 Swedish Book; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;Arlene Nover Corwin

Unmotivated Tears

           Unmotivated Tears

 I used to criticize

The eyes

Of those I knew

Who, at

Drops of a hat

Shed tears of ardor: God-knows-what.


Ascribing it

To vitamins and lack thereof,

Past, present and/or too much ‘love’.

Too something/something out of balance;

Nothing but a prevalence

Of yin or yang

Ganging up

On both those ducts.


Uncaring and unfeelingly – I used to be.

Now, at eighty-three it’s me.

I may need hormone therapy.

Or is it age sagacity –

Unmotivated tears

Based on a grasp of life’s chimere

That takes in all –

An all which makes one engineered

By tears

One must defer to.

Unmotivated Tears 4.24.2018 I Is Always You Is We; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Aging; Arlene Corwin



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