Watch The Mind

Watch the mind, it’s really quirky.

Let it go and watch it work,

For when you see what it creates

(I don’t see how ‘cause that’s a secret:

‘How’ and ‘why’ the hidden states),

You may discover what a neat trick

To stand back, let go and watch.

Letting go, a chance to snatch

At fantasy creative:

Courage by encouragement.

 

Fantasy invents by fancy

Giving order to what’s left.

Creativity can steal from nature’s bank

And it’s not theft,

The dancing arts all mind expanding –

Honey way to jar the door

Of quintessential being –

Just by watching what goes on

And doing what needs to be done.

 

Watch The Mind 7.8.1994

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each On His Level


They say it all –

Each on his level

To his level.

Coming out each second –

Truths

To ears and eyes

Meant for/attracted to…

 

Exactly right

For the occasion,

Creatures ready find themselves

There listening, hearing, doing

At their level

Drawn to taste

By not one wasted atom.

 

Laws in action

Never ceasing,

Always acting,

Causing acting,

Causing end without a single motor.

It on every level

Reaching those who listen out of needs

Wholly intangible.

 

Prophets must be the most boring

In the world,

Pushing forward,

Never knowing when to stop.

 

Then, according to the law

We’re prophets all – to someone.

 

Each On His Level 5.19.2007

Nature of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Covering The Arguments

Covering The Arguments

 

What does it do

To the personal you

If I blaspheme or blast off?

Do you think that God minds,

Is insulted by minds that are blind?

God is bigger than that.

He laughs at the ill-behaved brat

‘Cause He loves a good joke.

He loves the whole earth

While he waits for us patiently birth after birth.

He’s such a nice bloke

You can talk to Him any which way that you feel:

Feeling is only like smoke.

 

Covering The Arguments 2.24.1995/4.23.2005

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Existence Process In The Head

Existence Process In The Head

 

I’m either,

Thinking about things to do,

Things I miss,

Things I’m short of,

Things I want,

Or things to do with people,

Duties,

Gossip,

Guilt-trips –

Then I’m bored:

Vacuous or restless.

It leads normally to God,

Existence,

Non-existence;

Finally, to giving in

And up.

I am a nothing something:

Helpless, frail.

Then I pray

A giant nothing prayer.

There’s nothing there

Except a nothing-I and no-thing You.

Then it’s through

Until the next time.

 

Existence Process In The Head 6.20.2004

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

From A God’s-Eye Point Of View

From A God’s-Eye Point Of View

 

From a God’s-eye point of view

I watch and see

And make no judgment –

Nothing that would damn.

It’s all a blessing:

Schemer, cheat:

The energy.

The sheep who bleat within the arts

Without the talent in their parts:

The energy.

I love it all.

I watch them climb.

I watch them fall —

I even love the climber’s fall.

To hear a singer who can’t sing,

Attempt to sing;

A politick that doesn’t tick,

Can never tick –

The politician’s game and trick;

The planetary shift of coin

From poor to rich, from rich to poor;

I join the stitch that joins the poor.

The amateur, professional;

The sad, bad, glad mad, fad attempts

That link it all –

I like it all.

It gets my whole approval.

Not the quality or quantity,

But energy; the haul,

The long haul and beyond.

 

We’re bonded.

All the actors, all the acts,

All the tactless, misjudged pacts;

We’re glued,

When viewed

From God’s objective eye.

 

From A God’s-Eye Point Of View 1.5.2001

To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

If You Think I’m Doing Nothing 2014

If You Think I’m Doing Nothing

 

We were talking about people who have no idea,

And cannot fathom

What it is to pepper days

With standing doing nothing.

Standing doing nothing

Makes the land a dukedom,

House an ashram,

World a kingdom

And unwelcome are the critics

Of this land of nothing-doing

 

In a nothing that’s creative.

There’s a haven of content.

All gets done. The rent

Is paid, meals cooked from what’s around,

The house gets built

Without an architect’s hired blueprint-ground.

Every stilt

Is purposeful and dutiful,

A tool of art and beauty.

Plus, there’s time

Where time’s the paradigm

Of artless paradise on earth.

Time that’s good. Time that’s worthy.

 

If you think I’m doing nothing

When I’m standing, you’re a fool.

It is standing, doing not a thing

That is my basic tool.*

 

*From a conversation I had with a farmer who said,

“If they think I’m doing nothing, they’re idiots!”

 

If You Think I’m Doing Nothing 7.21.1997

Circling Round Nature; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

A Memory I’d Almost Forgotten 1992

A Memory I’d Almost Forgotten

 

Out cycling when it starts to rain;

The day is warm and so is it.

You know how ideas light the brain –

I cycle hard and then it’s ‘lit’:

The me’s inside – I can’t get wet!

I am distinctly warm and high.

The key thought is: I feel all-dry!

 

I felt the dryness.  I was tucked up

Deep within, my guide completely

Conscious of the rain I bucked;

Protective skin that, like a sheet, let nothing in:

An oilcloth but oodles thinner.

If I’d been awash at sea,

There’s nothing could have wet that me.

Nothing could have threatened either.

At that hour security

Was mine.

 

A Memory I’d Almost Forgotten .4.9.1992

Circling Round Nature; To The Child Mystic; Small Stories Book;

Arlene Corwin

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