Knocking On The Doorway Of Eternity

To those who are/feel the same, and those who just enjoy a good poem.

               Knocking On The Doorway To Eternity

 I’m a mystic out and out.

I never shout it out,

But I’m a little ‘high’ right now

(the morning coffee works – and how!)

Simple prayers, requests and hope,

A little child-like – a puppy.

Yet coming by small feedbacks in small ways;

Minutes, hours or days –

It can’t be just coincidence.

It could be basic innocence.

In any case,

Face flushed with happiness –

Muted or giggly.

No great gesture,

Just a cherished jest

‘Tween the divine and me.

A mystic always knocking on the entrance

To eternity.

 Knocking On The Doorway To Eternity 4.2.2018 To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin

 

Lying In Bed In Truth

Lying In Bed In Truth

I lie in bed.

I look down at this body.

Mine.

Not very interesting.

I wish to feel the single this.

Aloneness.

Thingness.

Separated and detached,

No past which want to show itself;

Just now.

Alone but not a lonely I,

For as a Buber labeled it,

An I and Thou,

All others also I and Thou

Surrounding and surrounded by…

Monads all.

Single souls.

Working on and out the hole

And whole of this existence.

Fingers typing,

Eyes a-skyping

Mind hard to describe

Where is it?

What’s it doing?

All and nothing.

What’s it want?

A knowing all integrally,

Organically,

Unseparate yet separated.

This is mysticism underrated

In a nutshell.

Lying In Bed In Truth 3.12.2018 Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin

 

Let Me See (Y)our Plans Completed

Just wrote this: You know how these little revelation-cum-thought-cum-wish-hope…come.

   Let Me See [Y]our Plans Completed

I used to pray each morning,
God, please plan my day.”
Now, it’s morn,
And I’ve matured (it seems) since then.
What occurred to me as root,
Not You, non-absolute,
An Ignorance of what comes next,
But – as I do – surmising that it all began,
Was planned at the beginning, and
That all occurs in Law determining
A chain of cause/effect the thing –
Then cause original must bring,
Determined from the very start,
An end, an end to each event,
To each and every incident.

There is no fluke, no bit of luck,
No happenstance, no accidents;
All provide-nce.
Therefore I pray, to start the day
And just to get my head on straight.
(Already planned and known beforehand).

So I say, for my head’s sake,
“Let me see our plans completed”
Though I know it’s all been planned,
One might say programmed
From the start:
The very start,
Of which I am a nano- part.

Let Me See Your Plans Completed 3.3.2018 God Book II; To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

There Is A You That’s Only You

There Is A You That’s Only You

There is a You that’s only you

And no one else:

The meditative point’s dynamic

Force that stimulates all progress;

Within the system You or process.

You the core, nub, bottom line:

You without a fine distinction.

 

There is a Cause that’s cause

And nothing, nowhere else.

For some an easy goal,

Even a means of solid gold.

 

The point of points is to unite

The You that’s only you with Cause,

Invisible, one might

Proclaim invincible.

 

So let us start with you, your tool:

Arms, legs, trunk, head

Inside of which the trillion cells

(More than the stars, the galaxy’s as well)

Which make up I and All Q that is you.

 

Why do you think they’re there?

To share with others, naturally,

But to evolve to unity:

A two in one,

(or if you’re into Trinity

Then three…)

 

To make the story short,

Wise thinkers, seers over all the planet

Have perceived pragmatically

Two ends:

To find the You that’s only you;

To get into

The Cause that’s root.

After which you’re through

To all that is and true.

The end.

There Is A You That’s Only You 1.9.2018 To The Child Mystic II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Synapses

               Synapses

A scien’terrific, spiri’tool

To fool around with; a reality

The best of microscopes can see

And measure.

Pure arithme-ticking over,

Showering the brain with light;

Sparks queueing up in scans,

A cue to IQ variations, and

The more the better.

Riches of all human wishes lying there

Waiting to be bared then shared:

Nature in infinitude.

 

One good turn deserves another;

One good synapse serves another.

“Wakey, wakey” here comes knowledge!

Insights new, fresh out of college!

Insights causing you to grow;

Daring you to dare to go;

Blowing horns you dared not blow.

Synapse and invention new;

By definition a new you.

 

I’m signing off with love (or luff),

This synapse stuff the glove

That warms,

Synapses’ arms

The magic charm.

Synapses 12.9.2017 Circling Round Science II; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

Morning’s Minute Meditation

     Morning’s Minute Meditation

I send my heart this morn,

Not with emotion but with intellect –

For I suspect that’s quite okay.

One may think one’s way,

Not necessarily emote,

For one connects in any case,

Each with a modus operandi.

In conclusion,

Not to worry how it’s done

Every bit a hit

(as in reward for effort).

Just one minute needed.

Morning’s Minute Meditation 11.12.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

You & I Are Meditating

 

I go into my brain,

Imagining that I and Father my

Are one the same:

One and the same.

 

Today it’s fun

To think

That You and I are meditating:

Two in one.

 

Aim always the same:

Restoration of a state of mind

Of kindness,

Peacefulness

And focus.

 

I’m going now

Back to my TV show,

With minutes spent seconds ago,

Productive.

 

You & I Are Meditating 9.1.2017

To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

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