Boredom #2

Boy, I never knew the subject of boredom could be so stimulating as to warrant two versions.

I’ve never seen so many synonyms for one small noun,

Blocking maturation and enjoy-dom:

Boredom.

“Weariness, ennui: frustration;

Restlessness, dissatisfaction, unconcern: frustration;

Lethargy, lassitude, flatness and frustration;

Dreariness, repetitiveness, apathy: frustration;

Tedium, monotony, dullness. yes, frustration.”

 

Can it be overcome, this boredom?

No more war – the boredom won,

Exchanged for something more like fun?

It can.

 

A friend who, when we speak, says,

“It’s a part of nature…has no answer…”

Reasoning fallacious,

She is wrong as wrong can be

And her reasoning a fallacy.

 

Awake at night: hormones, full moons;

The glut of light: electric gadgets and devices,

Radios that play a song too strong, too long..

 

A trick I’ve learned that’s brought results;

A knack, a shortcut worth consulting

Is to train the brain to focus on/in/with the brain;

Travel round in, sense and feel…

Make it real – as if you really feel

The part you aim at, frame then tame.

 

In seconds you’ve an object that’s becomes a subject.

Boredom fled, you freed,

You and your mood well pleased, released

And taken places least expected,

Un-objected to by you,

The burden boredom doomed –

All through!

Boredom 11.24.2016/ #2 revised 2..16.2017

Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Mister Red Shift

Sitting here watching a science program about the next biggest telescope ever built.  To come out in 2018, it’s called the James Webb telescope.  Reminded about a poem I wrote in 2001 called Mister Red Shift, when I was captivated by by the most distant light then available: the red shift.
And now we’re planning to see even further.

Mister Red Shift

The core relationship I have
Is with you, Mister Shift –
Mister Red beyond the skies
At heaven’s end,
Beyond the stars and galaxies,
The disembodied substances
Whose silence is a dearest friend,
And furthest, cosmic-nearest friend
Whose essence never shifts.

Mister Red Shift 6.5.2001
Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality; To The Child Mystic; Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Science;
Arlene Corwin

The Many Words For Miracle

What are the synonyms for miracle?

There must be myriads:

Wonder, mystery and marvel;

Anything above the normal.

Unexplainable, for I was sick: tired, coughing, chesty,

Energy-less,

Had to rest.

That was just yesterday

And three days prior.

Three days later – now

There’s power.

By this hour, I’ve

Washed a rug on hands and knees,

De-branched two trees,

Wrote verse

Washed panties,

Socks, a jersey,

Trimmed the roses, bushes pruned,

Going strong, I’m strong – in tune.

Recovery, and I’m a-goggle!

Miracle is what that was!

Silent, gosh darned and mind-boggling

Miracle – and have I mentioned

That I’m grateful

For the days.

Of well-intentioned

Destiny?

So many words for thankful.

 

The Many Words For Miracle 10.22.2014 revised 7.28.2016

Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

 

Letter To A New Mystic

                                           

You can find comfort and confirmation by reading Ramakrishna, Aldous Huxley, Christopher Isherwood, St Theresa of Avila, St John of the Cross, Arlene Corwin…the list of mystics is virtually endless. All have experienced some or all of your, let us call them, deviations, which are in fact, mystical insights.
They can come and go, as yours have. They can manifest themselves as very, very odd behavior. At least at this point you have found out one essential thing: that you are freer than before.

But just as you can never describe the scent of a rose, or the taste of an onion, but are forced to say “You’ll know it when you smell it or taste it ” you can almost never describe the sequence you’ve gone through to most people and expect them to understand. You know that you yourself have hardly understood. It’s sometimes been called ‘divine madness’. You can’t give away truths. They must be experienced personally.

So don’t concern yourself with being understood. Just continue to grow into this new life and little by little you’ll sense what kind of language to use and to whom. (There’s no sense of throwing pearls to pigs). You’re young. Your insights are going to broaden and deepen. And although they may feel complete now, they’ll become more refined. Then you’ll be a real power in this world.

In the meantime, let those who are attracted to you come and let who are not, wander away.
There’s no such thing as ‘accident’, so let what happens happen and see connections. Seeing connections always gives reassurance that nothing is happening by accident – and it’s all in your favor.

March 18, 2016

 

Mediocre People Are Always At Their Best (from a NYC Toilet wall)

 

Talented, admired, famous, smart-attired,

Earning well;

In politics, the clergy, teaching, university

Professors, film directors:

Whew, it sounds as if they guide the masses.

Intellectual jackasses leading, bleeding us, that’s all!

I am not cynical.  It’s just

That I have learned to trust the prayer

That I can get to someplace higher

Than the plane I stand on here.

High among my fears, I fear self-satisfaction,

Where, in intellectual molasses

I’m convinced I’m something great.

When I doubt myself, that’s best,

Standards taking time to ripen;

Values forming, shifting, changing.

 

If discomfort is a test

And one’s content to never rest,

Mediocrity can be a phase short-lived.

Discontentment seems to me

The exit sign, and mediocrity

No absolute.

There’s hope, I hope.

 

So while my eyes are taking note

Of how the world is shaping up,

In the hope that from what’s been

Will rise a better thing –

If mediocre people really always are their best,

I have to wrest my case from all that is,

And go on living.

 

Mediocre People Are Always At Their Best 12.2.1998/revised for the 3rd time3.10.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Time Isn’t

 

It’s – and I don’t like to ply the word –

A non-existent; nothing but

A construct

To describe and not define

Growth and decay,

The born, the dying.

It’s – a

‘Now you see it, now you don’t’,

‘Now it’s here and now it’s not

Time the tag

Of laws, of change.

Time the badge.

Time the label

Giving names to light years, birthdays…

Every whatsit measured by an age.

As something Time is not.

 

Time Isn’t 10.23.2015

Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Reality; Nature of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Every Thought Is Worth A Poem

Every Thought Is Worth A Poem

 

Every thought is worth a poem –

Maybe more – a different form,

Something longer:

Tome with inner theme expansion;

Novel thick and many paged

Depending on the stage of life,

The bent of talent.

Every thought is worth a look.

You’d be amazed at what comes out

From towers of unnoticed power: crackpot crazed, saint devout.

Unknown secrets, bright light insights;

Revelations for the few to comprehend –

The few who comprehend.

To entertain and satisfy some inner germ.

Every thought is worth a poem.

 

Every Thought Is Worth A Poem 7.9.2015

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

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