People Smoke A Joint Because…

 

People smoke a joint because

It calms them down,

It makes them laugh.

The symmetry

Of mediocrity’s conventions flee.

It also makes them hungry.

 

Answers come,

And often laughter is the payoff.

Nineteen sixty

Groups ingested LSD

To see more beauty,

Dig into the new,

Change patterns that were old in mind,

Find truths that were not there to find,

Break down, build up,

Sip from the cup of everything there is to sip.

So people drink because they are

More able to shift gears,

Take risks, lose fears.

 

The problem is to lay off, stay off.

That would be a real payoff.

Get it? Layoff, stay off, payoff?

I liked that.

 

People Smoke A Joint Because… 5.25.2010 revised 8.8.2010

Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

 

Started 2008

 

 

 

 

A/The/My Way (redone)

         A/The/My Way

 I never knew I had a ‘way’.

And still it shows up day by day

Laws but felt, themes unmeant;

Through sudden fountains of content;

Through many offshoots but one road,

No signposts to direct or goad.

Still it is:

A kiss of fate though non-insistent,

Usually

An accident and serendipitous.

 

And because, and just because it is a whisper

I’ve no choice

But to

Tune into

And obey,

Swaying to its hinted push,

The glint of pressure

Nothing but a pure, faint sureness

And a pleasure.    

            

Minutes past I ate three plastic plates of pasta.

Forgive this frilly, dilly of a joke.

I can be such a silly yokel

With punch/pun-ny lines that hit my funny bone(s).

 

Now I sit with pen in hand

On my verandah, in the wind,

Thankful for not understanding

Karma’s muted law un-grand,

Inscrutable but suitable

To me alone – one on her own

Within the actions and concerns.

 

A/The/My Way 8.6.2017

Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;

Arlene Corwin

A/The/My Way

I never knew I had a ‘way’.

And still it shows up da by day

Laws but felt, themes unmeant;

Through sudden fountains of content;

Through many offshoots but one road,

No signposts to direct or goad.

Still it is:

A kiss of fate though non-insistent,

Usually

An accident and serendipitous.

 

And because, and just because it is a whisper

I’ve no choice

But to

Tune into

And obey,

Swaying to its hinted push,

The glint of pressure

Nothing but a pure, faint sureness

And a pleasure.

 

———-

 

Minutes past I ate three plastic plates of pasta.

(a pun-ny lie, but funny)

Now I sit with pen in hand

On my verandah, in the wind,

Thankful for not understanding

Karma’s muted law un-grand,

Inscrutable but suitable

To me alone,

One on her own

Within the schemes and actions of concern.

 

A/The/My Way 8.6.2017

Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

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

 

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