If Jesus Had Spoken In The Language Of Today

This is an interesting one.🤔✍️📢
 
If Jesus Had Spoken In The Jargon Of Today
 
If Jesus had spoken in the jargon of today.
The men who wrote the Bible might have said it this way:
“Synapse, structures that make up the motion,
Composition, are but transposition
Of all energy, its origin
Of just about the Everything”
So, now when you read…”You and I…made in His image’,
GIve Him homage,
It probably is true.
 
If Jesus walked around today,
He might not have communicated,
“God’s dominion is within”: Instead
He might have put it,
“If you focus on what’s going on inside your head
And other parts, the breath, for instance,
Sensing, sending mental samples out to space,
Slowing down the mental pace
And doing it with well meant practice,
You’d soon be amazed, perhaps fall down in praise,
For gains like this:
Unsought coincidences, sense of order,
Mind a newly found decoder
Giving in to fate’s decisions –
Things outside your influence;
Collisions, and collusions, corrosions and conclusions,
Explosions and erosions, provisions and derisions…
Mind no longer minds
And you’re no longer in a bind.”
 
Modern language is revealing and appealing,
Only asking you to think,
As you stand sponging at the sink
Or having sex with your old ex…
 
If Jesus have survived this day,
He would have liked to say the deepest things
This way,
I’m pretty sure.
 
If Jesus Had Spoken In The Jargon Of Today 9.21.2018 Circling Round Reality; Revelations Big & Small; God Book II; To The Child Mystic II;
 
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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. 

Far 

From who you are at any moment.

So,

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

That.

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

Another Realization

         Another Realization

You are the stillness that gives energy. 

That’s my hypothesis.

Oxymoron, yes, I guess.

If there is cause of cause of cause, 

Effects, of course,

You are the first. 

That’s my hypothesis.

Cause most always churns out chains,

Producing sequences and strings and trains.

This energy to always be,

Never losing mileage the entire way. 

Matter, pattern, form and laws

According to the laws of cause.

This is the place my logic falls,

In a place where logic fails.

Now me, my form and energy,

An elongation of these two,

Is molecule

And maybe something tinier

With energy the core:

Core energy, to form, to power.

We, I, you are energy, and enigmatically,

I start and end with You somehow!  

This, a sudden insight 

That may never dispel doubts in anyone

But me, myself and I. 

Another Realization 5.22.2010/revised 9.14.2018 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic; God Book II; Arlene  Nover Corwin

Curiouser & Curiouser

    Curiouser & Curiouser

I want to know just what You are;

It isn’t fair.

I know You’re there because I see effects most every day,

Trying with techniques to portray tiny marvels I survey; 

Often evidence where all my senses sense it,

It phenomenal

Demanding observational

Acuity deepened, sharpened all the time

To make more room

In this small brain mine.

So HARD to explain!

I maintain, it isn’t fair

To sense, intuit a You there

And not go further.

Perceived or grasped:

Faster, richer processes:

Reflex gestures quicker, slicker

Bod/mind far less inclined to tire, slacker,

Ageing voice extant but thicker 

Yes, this Godly thing,

While not for hire requiring attention,

Feels plainly like ascension.

Yet there’s more I do not know than know.

Not overcome than triumph over.

It may always be so until all my ten toes stiffen.

While this vital life’s still lifting

I am curiouser, curiouser,

Cursor always subtly there

And light as air.

This condition being human,

Never to be constant zooming upward,

High grounds of this sort, though not a very steep escarpment 

Nonetheless, are always sharp when meant to climb

In actions, thoughts, aims, ends and rhyme.

Curiouser & Curiouser 9.13.2018 Revelations Big & Small; God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

For readers whose English is not their primary language a dictionary and Thesaurus is the best gift one can give oneself.

Acuity; sharpness or keenness of thought, vision, or hearing: intellectual acuity | visual acuity.

Slick: done or operating in an impressively smooth and efficient way: Rangers have been entertaining crowds with a slick passing game.

Slacker; idler, shirker, loafer, malingerer, work-dodger, clock-watcher, good-for-nothing, sluggard, slug, laggard; informal passenger, lazybones, slugabed, couch potato, cyberslacker

Escarpment; a long, steep slope, especially one at the edge of a plateau or separating areas of land at different heights.

Here & Now: A Mantra

Waking with a fuzzy mind I had to collect myself. Here’s what I did.
        Here & Now: A Mantra✍️🤔
 
This is where I am: here and now.
Not then, oh no!
Just, but and only now.
This body, senses,
Thoughts a row
Of Nows that keep on going.
 
Hand that holds this pen
With eyes that note an orange pad,
Then looks out at a morning cloud;
A back that feels a warmth from bed;
A mind that lets it all writ down.
 
Here and now.
A here in flow.
A shifting focus in the flood of time
Whose now is dawn,
Where ballpoint ink is going soon.
Whose whose belongs
To some Unseen Unfelt: a boon.
 
This me,
My here and now,
I bow to it.
Here & Now: A Mantra Revelations Big & Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Paradox Of Being A Homebody

      The Paradox Of Being A Homebody

When I’m away I’m happy to come home.
When guests are here, I’m happy when they’ve gone.
Am I unusual, or are we all?
Is it instinctive that we seek the hole
Of safety’s ritual
And sameness’ creativity?

I do love people and humanity,
Yet love the monastery of the home.
I could produce a tome of praise,
A non-surprising poem to trace
The hundred reasons why
One is a homebody,
A being without needless world activity
From reasons filled with positivity.

The very stopping of the need to chat,
To cook, to think about that others eat
Meets every underlying good.
There’s something beautiful in solitude.
And yet we’re social fireworks without a bit of coaxing.
Therein lies the paradox!
The Paradox Of Being A Homebody 7.6.2018 Revelations Big & Small;Arlene Nover Corwin

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