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

Washing Over (My Newest Trick)

Now that I’ve put my “Pure Nakedness” ‘out there’ it’s time for another poem.
Washing Over (My Newest Trick)🎇🌠😍 and of course✍️

I wash the brain with peace,
Synapse to sleepy synapse.
Themes may change from day to day,
The mind and will working that way. Today,
It’s peace – a motif that I never ‘got’.
I’m one step nearer, sensing it.
Behavior freer, talk a bit…
I’m more polite, considerate.
Something’s taking ‘way the shit
That usually rolls around as chaos;
Something near to paradise’s
Innermost best aspect peace, is
Uppermost. I use this basis
For my practice,
Imaging, imagining, examining,
Pretending, willing…
All that matters is the stilling
Followed by activity that does some good.
(What I wish is that it would).
Meanwhile, I am smiling more and more.
This ‘peace wash’ must be working.

Washing Over /My Newest Trick) 2.23.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Good Leader, Or No One Is Perfect

The Good Leader or, No One Is Perfect

 

The one who leads is he or she who’s

Modest, willing to concede,

Recede, without the need

To be involved as ego 

But concerned that others grow.

 

A sense of humour never hurts.

It doesn’t disconcert but generates relationship

That animates and stimulates,

Culminating in a healthier result for all,

Reverberating off each wall.

 

The leader ought to want the best for all involved.

Earned? Or learned?

Perhaps it comes with years, 

Since all roads lead to Rome.

Let us assume it zooms in 

On the meaning of ‘to lead’

The creed of knowledge, care

And love in sharing.

 

Leader has no leading urge,

But dominates by listening

With some sharp instinctive ear and surge

That doesn’t judge, yet judges right

Not in the short but long run.

 

(S)he has insight, knows (s)he’s not the sun

But brightens by a presence.

It is something that most ’round can sense;

No Mensa member, for intelligence

Has many faces, many facets like a diamond

Or a passion with soft-heartedness.

 

A soft sell

That goes well

The truth to tell,

Most of the time.

 

The Good Leader 10.15.2018 Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

Still Needing Reminders #2

Still Needing Reminders #2📖✍️🤔(it’s better than #1, I think)

How long does it take to be a person
Who does not need reminders?
There have always been
Those men and women fully mended
And full-ended
Who learned all the burdens, meaningfulness,
Sum and substance
Of reality:
In other words, its essence.

Incarnation, seer, saint,
Completed men and women
Who know of life for what it ‘ain’t’
And what it truly represents
Here and possibly beyond.

In that case,
How long should it take, for me,
And probably for you,
To get to be that total human
One so much looks up to.

One works, strives perhaps, for lives.
One thinks at times one’s climbed the climb,
Attained its aim,
Achieved, accomplished… then one’s lame,
Where one must climb some more,
Renew the ‘brilliant’ store
Of insight that one thought one had,
Life’s underlying gladness passed
(or is it past?).

That’s when books come down once more
From well-stocked shelf;
One searches once again for self
Through words of those who saw the light;
Whose insights helped and help your night:
Your dark night of the soul*

Stage set,
Sage is met.
You’ve been re-minded and re-souled;
Not far off from whole again –
Till then.

Still Needing Reminders 10.10.2018 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; God Book II I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

Still Needing Reminders

Still Needing Reminders

How long does it take to be a person

Who does not need reminders?

There have always been

Those men and women fully mended

And full-ended

Who learned all one needs

To know about the, sum and substance

Of reality: its essence.

 

Incarnation, seer, saint,

Completed men and women

Who know of life for what it ‘ain’t’

And what it truly represents

Here and, for all I know, beyond.

 

In that case,

How long should it take, for me,

And probably for you,

To get to be that total human

One so much looks up to.

 

One works, one strives perhaps, for lives.

One thinks at times, one’s climbed the climb,

Attained its aim,

Achieved, accomplished… then one’s lame,

Where one must climb some more,

Renew the ‘brilliant’ store

Of insight that one thought one had,

Life’s underlying gladness passed

(or is it past?).

 

That’s when books come down once more

From well-stocked shelf;

One is searching once again for self

Through words of those who saw the light;

Whose insights helped and help your night:

Your dark night of the soul*

 

Stage set,

Your sage is met.

You’ve been re-minded and re-souled;

Not far off from whole again –

Till then.

Still Needing Reminders 10.10.2018 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; God Book II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

The Particles Of God

The Particles Of God🤔😇
 
The particles of god are falling on my head.
They’re falling on the living, probably upon the dead;
On believers, non-believers; equal particles they fall –
They’re always falling on and in and through the body wall.
 
God is particles of oneness. There are parallels galore.
When the atom showed its kernel and revealed that there was
More to meet the eye, a kind of onion-layered door
Was opened there inside the mind as just the metaphor
For simpletons like me. God energy,
 
With big or little G;
Living, knowing particles that have no personality
But which, if I’d clean up my act
Would mystically reveal the fact
That they, the particles and I, have one identity.
 
I’m trying to arrange and rearrange my head instead,
Make it more receptive than a means for daily bread –
A conscious sponge, a large receptor,
Image-making faculty a particle collector.
 
But each impulse must be pure, for
We get into the areas of justice and reward,
And particles with qualities inherent in our race:
The areas of mercy, all the virtues, love and grace.
I’d rather not involve them just assume that they exist.
It’s the God without the person that this poem has gently kissed:
Ever-present particles that are the living ’s gist.
 
The Particles Of God 1994/ 10.4.2018 God Book II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 

The Stimulant

     The Stimulant

There is a plan.

Prevailing since the dawn of man;

A master plan that never pauses,

Working through unchanging laws

Consisting of effect and cause.

 

So knowing thus, 

I’ve pledged my whole – Including what I call my soul

To have a voice (despite no proof that we have choice)

And ‘spite my preconceived ideas;

To ‘giving in’ before I die

To changeless codes in changing life.

 

(if death means bye, bye-bye and bye – 

If not, then learning reasons why…

I’ve got to understand the rest, 

All that which serves this life as best;

Or life seems meaningless or mournful, 

And who thinks we’re born to mourn!

 

Every instinct longs for joy:

Contentedness and happiness

Insect to four-legged beast – man, not the least;

From ignoramus to the fool,

Pursuit of joy both goal and tool.

 

What works for me is godhead nearest

(who I sometimes label Daddy dearest).

Universes far from me

Yet deep inside, implicitly.

 

Thus, ‘fore I leave, ‘fore setting sail,

Believing in a force for good 

And something which controls it all –

And this, right in our neighbourhood,

I leave this paper meant for Man:

There is a master plan inherent

Meant for us and our enjoyment; 

Stimulant for saint and mortal:

Total life we have a right to.

The Stimulant 10.4.2018 God Book II; Circling Round Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

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