Truth Will Out

            Truth Will Out

 If you’ve got a thing to say

A real thing, the words will play

Through synapses old/new,

The new unused, creating unconditionally unsaid

Phrases you alone invent unaided.

 

If you’ve something pregnant there

Inside the cerebellum,

You’ll be inclined to share

And tell ‘em.

Truth will out

Not shouted, but with clout

Deliberately aimed or not.

 

Then we come to something there

Called instinct’s intuition

To transport you far and near – everywhere

You need to go

To every place you need to know.

 

You must, gosh darn it, trust it!

 

Because all truths

Are there in places ‘neath the scalp

Beneath your hair, sculpted by the roots of roots,

By nerves that serve you night and day

Which tell you things that may,

Have what we call, the truth.

(Not every thought’s idea is true

Though it’s all you.)

A tricky thing this ‘God hath wrought’

Just always call to mind this thought:

Truth will always, in the end, want out.

 Truth Will Out 2.20.2018 Circling Round Reality, Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic;Arlene Corwin

 

You Have A Plan

       You Have A Plan

 You have a plan.

You’ve had it since the start of man.

You never pause, it being plan nobody knows.

You work through laws

Consisting of effect and cause.

And so, before I go

I transfer all my hopes to You.

Before the final bye, byes

I would like to know some certainties.

To understand the rest:

The key to and what is

The highest.

Or, life is a meaninglessness.

Instinct longs for happiness.

Even ignoramuses intuitively reach for this.

So in pursuit of bliss’ nearest,

I report to daddy dearest

Universes far from me,

Yet deep inside implicitly.

 

A force for good,

A force that make things all they should,

A some non-thing as source of all

Behind, in front and in the ball.

 

There is a plan

That was before the start of man,

And’s going on right now as you

And me

And all of mankind’s destiny.

 You Have A Plan 2.14.2018 God Book II; Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

 

 

 

 

 

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

As usual I watch TV.

Not news but documentary.

“Care and Sustenance of Nature” theme, wherein I learn

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

But the disappearance of the fauna, disappearance of the flora.

Population out of hand, we continue in our building,

Take the forests and its bounty.

Must we 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?

Who shall act with calm and tact?

I, you, we who lacked the facts?

 

T has plans to dig the Arctic.

There can be no Noah’s Ark. Bit bores and drills.

Do we need oil?

Fated to be hanging there somewhere in space,

Green, over-green, impure for sure?

Seen from up above, sun-blocked from war?

Submerged in water. What could be:

‘Hell on earth’ no more cliché but nature’s blithe reality.

The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna 12.1.2017 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

There’s No One Way

I was sitting in the bath doing my usual grubblande (Swedish for brooding, musing or contemplating) when I had the thought that there’s no one special way that suits everyone.  All great teachers have known this, and I, being a ‘great’ yoga teacher thought about my lovely ladies each of whom has entirely differing needs when doing the same posture.  Hence, There’s No One Way – written on a near standing envelope with a dull black eyebrow pencil.  It was a hell to read what I wrote hours later.

        There’s No One Way

Isn’t that grand?

There’s no one hand or leg or breast or eye;

No muscle, vein, no capillary:

No technique for everybody.

Find out who you are!

 

No one way to take a bath,

Wash a dish, play the harp.

No one true A that’s flat or sharp.

Find out what you want!

 

Nature’s force is infinite;

The ways of change spectacular.

Sudden sometimes, mostly slow,

So you don’t know what’s happening

Until it blows (as in volcanoes).

 

What conclusions can we draw?

“Know thyself” the door essential, referential.

Gleaning rules for self -behavior,

Self- analysis, for judging not;

For simply knowing what

And how and when to do

What’s good for you

Because there’s not one ‘tried and true’ for Fu Manchu,

The cuckoo, the well-to-do.

Renew yourself in any way that suits!

There’s No One Way11.30.2017 Nature Of & In Nature; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Everyday’s A Phase

Sorry, if I seem to produce too much.  With putting stuff online, I know one’s public has a saturation point.  Can’t stop it;  ideas keep coming and with experience and practice, technique keeps growing, in the growing comes a flowing and poof – out comes a poem.  Not necessarily the most refined, but that’s okay.  I can and do forever tinker…

             Every Day’s A Phase

 Every day’s a phase – nothing but.

The moon unfazed goes thirty days

With shadowed light a-waxing, -waning,

Straining not, just losing, gaining,

Noticeably self-contained.

 

You and I, the Gershwins said,

“We sweat and strain, bodies all aching racked with pain”.

  1. (that’s me) augments with comments,

“You and I, we wish too much,

Not accepting or in touch

With our restraints;

Not what we are nor what we ain’t.”

 

Satisfied is not complaisance.

Compliance, maybe – not complaisance.

Satisfied; acceptance, ease;

Being pleased with whatsoever.

You’re not clever, not the Saviour?

So be it!

You’re not a nitwit for all that.22

You’re not great at what you do?

Screw it!

You are great in ways to praise.

Nothing stays, since everyday’s a phase

And nothing but.

Everyday’s A Phase 11.28.2017 Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

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I’m Writing For The Universe

       I’m Writing For The Universe

 I’m writing for the universe;

No man or woman, special group.

I’d hope you understand this,

Aim, a statement/thought

Encompassing the concrete and abstract.

The philosophic reaching out

To turn into endeavors

Which depend on character

Which finds itself in x conditions,

In you, out you;

Efforts too,

All undertakings the result

Of birth and genes and chance surroundings.

(is this dance really just chance?)

Special needs abound within the needs of all:

The ego, vanities, the strengths, the skills;

Bad, good, dark, light,

Mediocre and the bright –

A sameness sewn in rich arrays

Of hims and hers,

A one which covers,

Pierces through the universe.

I’m writing for it all, the All, the Goal.

In short, the whole,

Myself included.

I’m Writing For The Universe 11.10.2017

Nature Of & In Reality; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin

Why Mourning

     Why Mourning

 Do you know anyone who doesn’t die?

Who hasn’t died?

Who will not die?

Not I.

 

How to accept?

Not mourn?

Think through to not have pain,

(For pain seems fruitless), for

To not accept

Is like rejecting sun and moon,

Existence, proven, measured, seen.

Do I lament when atoms split?

Grieve, regret,

Have sadness that I can’t get over.

Nover*

Doesn’t.

 

Pain [we have] when others die –

That ‘other’ human, cow or dragonfly.

The local forester sawed down a fir

Which was for sure,

A hundred fifty years or more.

I mourned,

Stump and its rings all it passed down.

 

Is it absence or remembrance?

Is it longing for a something now a non-thing non-existing?

Is it clinging to a someone

Over whom we have no power,

Never had? Could it be wrong-er?

Fate and destiny his, hers or its

Through all of time and history.

 

I cannot think of one good reason

Vindicating mourning.

Were we meant for suffering?

Though I [clearly] cannot clarify,

We’re seeing wrongly,

Thinking strongly wrongly,

Wrought of ego’s braggadocio,

The hallowed hoaxer of emotions.

 

*Nover: me, born Arlene Faith Nover

Why Mourning 11.4.2017

Birth, Death & In Between III; Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Egos;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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