Do We Own?

Do we own?

Own what?

Parents die;

Friend, enemy;

Ones we have never known

In circumstance we’ll never see

In lands we’ve never been.

 

What do we own?

Goods heaped up over years,

Stored in a wardrobe or armoire,

Or locker somewhere

Because life has changed-cum-rearranged –

Or we’ve lost interest – period.

 

Do we own?

Appropriated from life’s providence?

For providence means helped/provided for,

Sustained, maintained, endowed, supplied.

It never meant forever.

 

We alone are what we own.

I too. And you.

(Though there are some who say we are on loan.

But that’s another story).

Do We Own? 8.10.2017

Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

I Need To Think Of Starts

 

Everything that starts has sparks of coming into being,

For everything I know through all my senses

Has a life, even the rock.

Tick tock. (its life takes time).

It isn’t hard to think through to a cause primeval; one original,

Pristine: a first! After all, what hasn’t had a first?

With first comes what will form.

Will form forms from a light.

What doesn’t have a core of light?

Without the light there’d just be night,

Light being first in all the firsts.

Completeness not yet born.

(Oh darn, words are inadequate).

 

In this entirety it isn’t hard to picture bliss;

But with this bliss unhappiness – qualities with opposites:

Good/bad and something in between.

Light and dark, it’s suffix –ness.

Consciousness.

If anything will lead to starts,

It’s knowing that and all its parts –

Or is it one?

Now there’s the fun –

Finding out if it is One,

If you and I and we are one.

 

It may lie in the memory;

This need may start primarily with me.

I need to think of starts.

 

I Need To Think Of Starts 8.1.2017

Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

This Body

Pesky, troublesome, capricious;

Efforts to control a wild-goose chase,

Farcical: a waste.

A strain in vain; hurts when it hurts;

Longings and desires, when and where it will,

Its underskirts.

 

It goes its way, in the way

And sometimes, thank the Lord, not…

One is forced to say,

“This is my lot.

I’ll do what I can do to help it stay

As long as possible;

Comfortable, perhaps good-looking, but

God knows, that part is least.”

This body is a beast

With some kind of intelligence that lies in destiny.

 

Goodbye old vanity,

Old friend one used to think so highly of,

Be steered by and obey.

Goodbye old energies one understood so little too.

Goodbye old you –

With arms, legs, trunk,

All of its useful junk inside;

The ride, the slide,

The destination thought its own,

Just bone,

If that.

 

You notice I don’t call it ‘my’,

Belonging as it does to nature.

‘It’ an it and ‘this’ a this; this body a bo-die.

 

This Body 7.15.2017

Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & In Between II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

No One Person

No one dancer moves like another,

No one singer like another –

So unique are we.

Movement, voice, technique and timbre

All unique and at their best lyric

(pronounced lyreek).

How I adore

To see the store

Of talent and capacity,

Technique and flair,

Dexterity and artistry

In all from dress designer

To the finer forms from

Sculptor, painter,

To the lesser forms – whatever

They may have as name,

The nomenclature all the same to me.

Movement, sound,

The world goes round

In every creature’s singularity.

That’s all. Take care.

No One Person 5.20.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

To All The Criminals IN The World


What will you do with all the money that you steal?

Such frivolous ambition, such shallow drive!

To feel alive? A fancy meal?

Believe me there are better things to make life real.

Designer clothes, a fancy house?

Lots of sex to prove that you are more than mouse?

What’s wrong with you?

You’re gonna die. We all just do.

 

What in heaven’s name (or hell)?

Greed just makes you small and smell –

The whole ambition yellow.

 

Gluttony, and hunger, all those drives for more –

Their more is less. They’re glamor-less!

Not to speak of pain you cause:

The drain of pain,

The chain of pain you deign to cause!

What can I say?

You betray what human beings’s meant to be:

Nice, kind, with generosity

Abounding in all thought and deed,

All energy, all conduct and activity.

 

To all the thieves and villains,

All the gangsters, burglars, miscreants,

You’re not the fancy pants you think you are – or aim to be.

So I repeat, believe you me,

It’s all so hare-brained. Wait and see!

You will wake up one day agreeing.

 

To All The Criminals In The World 5.16.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure

I’m capable of grief, regret and feeling sad.

But is that guilt? And is guilt bad?

Knowledge that the one responsible is you,

However caused:

From innocence or ignorance,

Naiveté, unworldliness,

The mess created to put other(s) in a stew.

Perhaps it is.

 

In the stillness of decision,

From a willingness and will,

Rejecting guilt, dismissing shame,

Taking culpability in name of karma,

(though I’d never harm a

fly on purpose),

If I’ve done a something to a someone,

I will have to pay back someone sometime,

Try to form and glue a future, integrated, sutured me,

New belonging and identity;

Acquiring a philosophy to lean on:

A new frame, new name, rules of the game

Ameliorating guilt and shame.

 

They write about this all the time

Have done it since the start of

Any kind of written art –

In prose, in picture and in rhyme

In life, in death, with every breath,

Mistakes corrected to reach truth

Uncovered and un-smothered,

Reaching out that truth to other.

 

Through the spittle,

Perhaps victual

Of the title

I reach out to you.

 

Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure 5.7.2017

Circling Round Egos; Nature Of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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