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Going To You I couldn’t sleep. What could I do? I went to you. I go as often as I can, As often as élan emerges: Like a spy whose operation purges, Does not tell (well, those detected and elected). I ought to come to you more often. True to form you’re there to soften In one way or t’other – like a mother. Is it just interpretation, fancy, brain synaptic, Watching happenings? Often ending as I would wish they should, Seeing failings patched, detached, Improving slowly once they’re hatched? If I had been born to preach, Joined synagogue or church, Become rabbi, Mormon, Witness, priest, Going north, south, west and east At least I’d feel I landed. But I’m silent and agog, A secret seeker through the fog of worldly turbulence And tastes that tempt, participating in the dance With casualness, no casualty, but taking in causality as One, It being April one, a day of fun at fooling friends – Supercool, I face and grace it with my presence. Going To You 4.1.2017 God Book II; Circling Round Reality; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
Going To You
Going To You I couldn’t sleep. What could I do? I went to you. I go as often as I can, As often as élan emerges: Like a spy whose operation purges, Does not tell (well, those detected and elected). I ought to come to you more often. True to form you’re there to soften In one way or t’other – like a mother. Is it just interpretation, fancy, brain synaptic, Watching happenings? Often ending as I would wish they should, Seeing failings patched, detached, Improving slowly once they’re hatched? If I had been born to preach, Joined synagogue or church, Become rabbi, Mormon, Witness, priest, Going north, south, west and east At least I’d feel I landed. But I’m silent and agog, A secret seeker through the fog of worldly turbulence And tastes that tempt, participating in the dance With casualness, no casualty, but taking in causality as One, It being April one, a day of fun at fooling friends – Supercool, I face and grace it with my presence. Going To You 4.1.2017 God Book II; Circling Round Reality; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
I like to write about my universal experiences.
#experience#universal
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arlene-corwin
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
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