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

 

 

Thinking In The Sun

           Thinking In The Sun

Preoccupied with origins and ends,

Our real-life friends –

One knows that what is left is means: the present tense –

Past gone, what lies ahead not yet in sight’s attendance. 

The rest belongs to speculation.

Reasoning has limits.

Also left: the intellect and character,

Not neglecting chance or grace;

Who gets what, does what, makes choices that

Put two and two together to get four – or not. 

Sitting here out in the sun

What better theme to think upon,

The senses dong what they do,

Interpreted by you-know-who:

Me, you.

 The eye sees change [wind blowing grass].

The ear hears wind [that’s blowing grass].

The arm feels sun [that’s growing grass].

The brain sees all as change.

 Where is the toot, toot of an absolute?

One would recruit an absolute

To make things stable

If one could/were only able.

 So one sits awaiting, cogitating,

Meditating, celebrating one’s existence,

Hoping, praying it’s not nonsense

In the end,

As its end,

At the end.

Thinking In The Sun 4.22.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality; Birth Death & In Between III; Arlene Corwin

Pushed Around by Fate #1&2

Written this morning, I had an inkling that the title sounded familiar, so I looked it up (bless the computer) and lo! there is was – a poem, not at all the same, written in 1998, twenty years ago, even published under the misprinted title Pushed Around by Fat. Anyway, here they are: Pushed Around By Fate#1 &
#2.
Pushed Around By Fate #2* 
I’ve always let myself
Be pushed around by fate.
It’s seemed to work.
Despite the look of life’s mistake,
For even with, [the look] it’s all turned out just right.
 
‘Decisioned’ choices all the time,
In actuality, each minute primed
By some unknown, because
You choose,
And you are what you are
Just then, and almost have no choice
Despite the voice that says you do.
And so, by following each instinct,
Settling on and coming into –
Sometimes leaving things and people,
Circumstance, all slings that push,
Though backward-seeming,
All’s been a non-rushing forward toward development:
Mistakes the school, awards illusion;
Both mixture of life’s institute of higher education.
 
I have let myself be pushed around
And probably will all ways:
Flexibility –
In teamwork with my destiny;
Sense accrued through wisdom to distinguish:
In plain English,
Differentiate the true from false:
Big and useless, small but faultless
Things that last or run and flee.
 
To let yourself be pushed around by fate
Means that you learn to wait
In confidence that things work out eventually.
 
Pushed Around By Fate 4.9.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin
 
Pushed Around By Fate #1
 
Wed at twenty. Thirteen later months a bairn
To care and think and learn about, and very little brain
Prepared to form a life my very own.
Unprepared, reaching out,
Guessing, tripping, dipped in doubt,
Not grown, without a cicerone.
Stupid right down to the bone,
But glad to leave a family home unreal as foam.
Yet now all’s right and all is fixed,
The complex simply un-complex.
What seemed like chaos back then when . . .
Was inner order bordering on
Grace.
Pushed Around By Fate 8.23.1998/2.7.2007/revised and rewritten 4.9.2018 Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Woman; Pure Nakedness; Time; Arlene Corwin
 
*Known today as going with the flow or living in the now

Finding Your Rhythm

         Finding Your Rhythm

 Your rhythm can have heat,

It can have speed.

Depending upon what you need

In the moment’s feat,

It’s very heartbeat.

 

Whatsoever gives you power,

Your bio-clock

May rock

That hour.

 

Power by the minutes is what counts.

It mounts by seconds as you play.

It plays,

And you should let it play

Since rhythm’s power never stays,

Permutating with each pulse.

 

Respect it, for it’s no one else –

The simplest sample of the minute’s you,

All you are and all you do,

Adapting, altering, amending,

Reconstructing and evolving

As you solve new pages,

Entering and leaving stages.

 

When I play or sing

Finding tempo’s rhythmic swing

Is key; door’s opening

To fundamentals: moving, sitting, cooking, eating…

Finding beat the core and more.

 

At the bottom your rhythm

Lies a measure of your pleasure,

An intrinsic part of it;

Pleasure in the heart of it.

 Finding Your Rhythm 3.28.2018 Vaguely About Music II; Circling Round Energy, Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

 

God The Father, Mother Nature

     This was such a difficult subject to tackle – in verse no less.  Yet, I found myself compelled.  The two phrases haunted me during the night, and I found myself examining their meaning and connection, and was surprised when I could think it through, although I’m sure somebody or -bodies could express it more conclusively.

As usual, I only send this to those i think are interested, either vaguely or directly in the issue involved.  Maybe I include too many of the wrong people and omit too many of the right ones.  

 

          God the Father, Mother Nature

 

Why Father, why Mother?

Taking noun, using it here,

What does a father/mother stand for?

What the function?  Where the junction?

Taking ‘ God,’ accepting word,

Where is it?

Is it unit?

Properties and features infinite?

If it’s It, it must have place

In and out somewhere in space,

A thing not unlike our sweet sun,

Which sun affects each/ everyone.

You all know what I mean. 

 

Its qualities and energies

Would have to take in all the –ities

Positive and negative,

Comings into being, dyings.

That’s only a few, of course.

Phew! (of course)

For ‘fathering’ means many things

Inherent and inheriting.

A kind of spermatozoa entering

The thing called Nature’s mothering.

 

Father sits there quietly,

Mother gives the birth to many,

Manifold variety. 

Think: the sun – the best analogy;

Which doesn’t move, which stays in place,

Yet all its sunny rays embracing.

God the Father, Nature Mother;

Yang and Yin,

Each beginning, each a finish

Each existing as a well spring.

 

Oh, this question, dearest reader,

God the leader, Earth the breeder,

Unsolvable, un-provable,

Bound in faith but usable.

I’ll be back when I’ve thought further .

God as Father, Mother Nature.

 

Friends of mine deny it all;

Conscious energy so small

Yet all-encompassing.

(It can’t be large, for logically,

It is, by definition, fixed – eternally,

Changeless, absolute, an all-in-one,

And to be large it’d have to’ve grown,

And growing is a no-no for a non-

Dependent,

Ultimate and only real

Universal.

 

God The Father, Mother Nature 3.24.2018 God Book II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Changing Nature: Yours

       Changing Nature: Yours

You can’t change your nature

There, the ground and groundwork

To build on as stature:

Genius to middling,

Great gifts or piddling…

The thread running through

Will always be you.

Save it, you-nique that it is,

And only your business –

Surely your only business

To hang onto self,

Lose the –ishness of self,

Make the –lessness come through

‘Cause the whole’s ever you

To accept and admire

In the mire of existence,

To filter and sanctify

Cleanse and unburden,

Build upon, clarion

Of creativity’s vision

Whatever your person.

 

What could be more hopeful,

Auspicious than that!

Don’t change your nature:

It could change the planet.

 Changing Nature: Yours 3.19.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin

OutsideTime: Hawking March 14, 2018

On seeing the Hawking news some hours ago: Be the first to read/react to my reaction.  Not about jazz, not about yoga, but about recognition.

         Outside Time: Hawking March 14, 2018 

No obit this,

But chance to memorize, memorialize,

Tattoo the size of genius,

How it comes to earth in time

Then goes god-only-knows how/where –

Knowing only: not damned here.

Yet ‘there’, by definition place,

Perhaps is space;

Maybe a ‘where somewhere’ in space –

A guess both uniformed and obvious.

 

Mister Hawking, master Hawking

Freed from chair and ALS,

Cells and intellect’s fine processes;

Mammoth efforts of all kinds

To feed the body,

Read the mind(s)

Of universes.

 

To record this day inordinately mixed

With sadness, pride, heroics –

That a man second to none

Has been an Einstein all his own;

Whose works we’ll clone (to yet go farther)

For ‘by works you shall be known.’’

God blessed the non-believer Hawking.

 Outside Time 3.14.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Science II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

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