The best thing I know Is to scribble down longings, life’s wrongings, Love’s singing, its stinging… By letting the mind re-examine itself; Watching world going by while in bed, At its head, sitting silently gathering info On news fact and mail, Nailing knowledge on some tricky wiki- or so.
Christmas will be here in only some days, A new year announcing a new phase Of conflicts world-wide and world round; Science will stumble upon some new ground It has searched for for years, Praised and surprised, encircled by cheers. Fashions and trends, starts and ends will go on. I will write into night seeking thoughts to dig into; Unknown and new, cued by visualisation: Thoughts to set words (not set worlds) afire, Freed from the mire of frazzled cliche.
The best thing I know Is to grow through an intellect Coupled With Mac so fair, Happy it’s there. We’re a pair. The Best Thing I Know 12.19.2020 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin