Paradise Lost (Can’t Let It Go)😔🌈

Can’t let it go – not yet –

When bodies burnt

Are yet to be detected.

I, infected

By the sweat, the heat, 

The still existent rainless threat. 


Might that not be metaphor

For Milton’s fall of man?*

A stopgap setback: temporary,

Conflagration momentary:

Decrease following expansion. 


A balloon 

Must always pop

Out in and on itself,

It is the law; 

Fast or slow

(for things take time),

Regrowth following again.

A cycle starting,

Cycles that can never end,

The winds of time determining…


Since you and I live only now

(as far as we, the planetary

                   Lilliputians know)

It’s always now for us to care for;

Never certain of the future.


Most of us avoid the four pronged syllable;


Maybe time has shown up

To take them on our lips,

The ‘ups’

Beginning to be ‘downs’.


I don’t mean to make literal demands on the reader, but Paradis Lost was an epic poem by John Milton published in 1667.  It is a metaphor for the fall and rise/ again of man. (See Google)

Paradise Lost 11.14.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Out Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

That Instead Of Why

That Instead Of Why🤔
(Gosh, I wish a Facebook entry had the possibility of italics. If it does, I can’t find it. Forgive me reader. You’ll just have to put the emphasis on what you will).
But do, do read it. It’s an indispensable concept.

THAT Instead of WHY✍️

It is an old Buddhistic view
(Or so I’ve read).
So, what I say is nothing new
(as I sit up in bed
Over life’s significance –
And it’s technique.
Life is the dance – a dance
Of ‘now’ and ‘change’, its ‘change’ in ‘now’,
The ever-now the ‘is’ of all;
The ‘always change’ the part that is
The core dynamic, a-romantic,*
‘Now’ being both force and static.
Think about it.

Life is ‘that’ instead of ‘why’.
There’s always ‘why’
But ‘why’ takes mental time away
From what is happening,
Is actual, transpiring, arising, being…
Why is downright tiring.

The moral is to not spend time in questioning,
But throw yourself into the acting,
Focussing on what’s in you
As world goes round,
As life flies by,
As outer problems grow and sigh.

Life is ‘that’ and what gives meaning,
Life is that which shows the way:
Yours, no other’s.
Therefore don’t be smothered by
Analysis. The truth will show
In every choice your mind gives voice to.

That is what your inner knows
In its capacity to grow.
An inner guide and light bulb glowing
In each juncture of the maze of days
You spend on terra’s firma: Praise
It all!

(‘a-‘ meaning the prefix not).

That Instead Of Why 11.3.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Never Corwin

Approaching Eighty-Four

Approaching Eighty-Four🌈🧘‍♀️🎹🎙

I’ve done this before:
Approached an age ending in -four,
Each ode not odious, just curious.
We try again, thinking a-fresh,
Looking back perhaps, or not at all,
Each day too precious to make small
By wasting time
Or spending energy so prime
One can’t afford to lose a moment.

So, the four shall represent a forward;
Optimistic, filled with power
For and in the precious hour;
Looking pretty
For each meeting –
Why the devil not? One’s got
A draw full of cosmetics –
Why not use them up,
Take priorities inborn,
Sworn in by gene-filled gifts and such,
And stay in touch.
“Know yourself” says Socrates.
“Please yourself”, says Corwin.
Integrating both, the tightest squeeze
Can be a breeze, can save your skin,
Transform a sin to virtue.

So, this eighty-four
Will use the talents and affections,
Making use of recollections and reflections
For a future
Filled with skilled and skilful, single-minded concentrations.

Approaching Eighty-Four 8.28.2018 Birthday Book; Birth, Death & In Between III; Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Energy; Circling Round Time II; I Is Always You Is We; Lessons To Be Learned; Nature Of & In Reality, Arlene Nover Corwin

Getting What You Deserve

Getting What You Deserve🤔
I get what I deserve –
No more no less,
The theory based on karma’s laws:
Cause/effect, effect and cause;
Then I can’t complain,
Protest or moan,
Law based on justice or,
The is that’s just all ways, all days
Which means always:
Pure maths.
Are chance and accident
Pure chance and accident?
It’s oh, so subtle to explain,
Subtler even to think through
Beyond the brain, the mind, IQ.
Then how to understand its girth?
For most of us it comes through faith
And observation keen and sharp.
No angels show up playing harp,
No cloud-filled message from above,
Just daily happenings which prove…
Using reasoning and watching
You can catch the train,
Catch the chain of things connecting,
Each affecting one the other.
Keep your nerve
All things serve.
Stay calm and peaceful,
Thinking that you always get what you deserve –
No more, no less.
Getting What You Deserve 10.20.2018 Revelations Big & Small; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Love Of Money

               The Love Of Money💰🎡

It ain’t the money, cash, the dough,

The ‘bread, the loot, the moolah’: wealth:

It is the love that is so

Dangerous to soul and self;

The pelf* just paper.


Not the need, but greed disguised

That fools the wise;

The craving, not the saving

That creates indifference,

Binds to blindness 

Of what all the senses see:

Greed is inferiority:

Mark of one’s mediocrity.


The intellect knows “It’s only money!”

Yet one gets addicted to the honey

Of its power, 

Voted the man of the hour’.


It’s love of money sours health.

To hell with wealth!

The simple is, by far the best,

Arrests the pest*.

Money’s benefits can’t buy it.

Try it!

It’s a discipline

That wins –

Love of money is the sin;

Love’ that cannot ever win, 

Will never win.


Let you, me, us begin

To lose this affectation 

Bowing, cowing down to Mammon.

Starting now.

*pelf; money

*pest; plague

The Love Of Money 10.18.2018 Nature In & Of Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Sometimes I Wake Up Thinking…

Sometimes I Wake Up Thinking…🤔✍️

Sometimes I wake up thinking,
“Day, what do you want for me?
What do you want from me?”
Are they my secret wishes showing?
Is it knowing that to get you give?
That nothing’s gotten without giving in and up and out?
Chronologically fixed
And pre-determined?

It is logical that when you dream
There’s more than ‘seeming’,
Something really happening
To demonstrate your longing(s)
Where alternatives are non-existent.

Thus, each day one ought to sense
Each road that’s meant,
Obeying from each day to day
With faith that it turns out ok,
Acceptance being key,
The dreaming, waking, longing all
A part of plans belonging solely
To a fate all yours and personal.
Not logical, but breathing’s only
Course of action.

Sometimes I Wake Up Thinking… 10.6.2018 Circling Round Reality; Nature In & Of Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

Found On Scraps

                              Found On Scraps

Found this on a piece of lined paper written in pencil, dated June 6, 2003.  It is now October 2, 2018

You can be alone and not know your aloneness.

You can be alone, not knowing what aloneness means.

When that state exists, it’s wandering. 


(I wonder what I meant by that?  A good word though: wandering)


We are alone.

A mono-tone inside ourselves

From day one to day’s numbered last:

A you-ly true and truly you.

The few who know this are not lonely.

Call it peace, joy, blessedness.


The difference between action and activity:

Action: what you take to move.

Activity: the hubbub of our restless groove. 

Both seed, indeed.

Both good and bad.


You are yourself. 

You cannot always ‘get there’ –

’There’ a place made out of grace.

When you miss it (as in ‘feel the need for’)

Know that you are somewhere near.

When missing’s missing

You’re awake but you are not aware.


On the move, the syntax of your life is mixed,

Not knowing your aloneness,


On the toilet, in the shower,

Every second, every hour.

Born and dying is a solo act,

A truly you.

But don’t be blue.

It is not loneliness or friendlessness,

But just a simple fact of nature

To be used as you mature

To give fulfilment of the innate dream

That is life’s inborn aim.

Found On Scraps 10.2.2018 Birth, Death & In Between III; Nature In & Of Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

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