Bending Over A Bathtub While Thinking 2012

Bending Over The Bathtub While Thinking

 

Brain I am in touch with you.

You are the You-niverse,

A You-knowverse which knows you back:

Back, front, and sideways.

 

Staring;

Nothing going on ‘upstairs’.

As I become aware of staring

Where there’s nothing’s going on,

Transformation in a second.

Change within, inside the mind.

I bind myself to it: it’s beckoned.

It: the flashing nano-minute.

 

Standing up and going out,

Picking up a tome I’m

Reading, I resume

The all-plebeian ordinary daytime.

 

Bending Over The Bathtub 6.19.2012

Circling Round Baths II; To The Child Mystic II;

Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Bath Contemplation 2009

 

              Bath Contemplation

I was thinking,

“I have written mean and angry things

About my mother.” I had reasons.

Yet, here in the bath,

Re-working wrath

(One of the seven sins)

I find a word: communication.

Buddha, Jesus, Ramakrishna

Might have found a way. I didn’t.

Is it readiness, mine, hers?

Receptiveness, hers, mine –

And not about a way at all?

When simile has failed,

Would seers, like the ones above,

Not say a word, sit silent, smile

Or walk away?

Communication may not be

The A

And Z

At all.

© Bath Contemplation 3.26.2009

Circling Round Baths; Mother Book; Love Relationships;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Zen Bath 2009

              Zen Bath

Too short –

Some decades passed

And yesterday was twenty-seven,

Seventeen,

Or seven

In the tub, pad near

It pops: the mind, the mystery,

Mysterious, illusionary.

And the going, doing,

Where, what?

All too short.

The bath,

The path.

I lather up.

© Zen Bath 3.18. 2009

Circling Round Baths;

Arlene Corwin

I Want My Space 2008

          I Want My Space

My husband says, “Throw out the tub,

Take a shower for,

You never know when you might fall.

You’re getting older.”

He’s been saying that since I was fifty.

When I think about the luxury

Of lying in a bathtub,

(As I’m doing now)

Water wery, wery warm,

Bellybutton showing,

He’s no way of knowing

How luxurious it feels. Silly man!

He would replace my space,

My trace of treasure with a shower

Where you stand, save water,

Get your body cleaned and scoot,

You’re out!

I want my soakings, softenings, examinings.

I’m worth it!

© I Want My Space 4.18.2008

Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Baths;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Bath Talk 2005

Bath Talk

Supposing life
Depended on
Cold baths,
A morning without coffee,
Would you start that day with glee?
If you answered yes,
You’re free.
If you answered no
You’re me.

©Bath Talk 05.2.25
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Coffee Book; Circling Round Baths;
Arlene Corwin

I Want My Space

I Want My Space

My husband says,
“Throw out the tub –
Take a shower for,
You never know when you might fall.
You’re getting older.”
He’s been saying that since I was fifty.
When I think about the luxury
Of lying in a bathtub,
(As I’m doing now)
Water very, very warm,
Only bellybutton upwards showing,
He’s no way of knowing
How luxurious it feels.
Silly man!
He would replace my space,
My trace of treasure
With a shower where
You stand, save water,
Get your body cleaned and scoot,
You’re out.
I want my space.
Soakings, softenings, examinings;
You well know what I mean.
I’m worth it!

© I Want My Space 4.18.2008
Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Baths;
Arlene Corwin

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