In A Cloud Of God

I meditate
In a cloud of God,
The phrase enticing,
Spicing up my inner vision,
Paradis-ing selfsame vision
Into supervision.
This decision to be deep in thought
That isn’t thought exactly
But a tactful way to find the mind
Without a wandering in imagery,
Colloquially speaking,
And between you, me, i.e. we, us
Who chance to meet on this  
Our [quasi] paper
Is escape of noblest kind,
Leading blindly on pure trust
To someplace nice – yes, nicest!

In A Cloud Of God 11.13.2017
God Book II; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin

Words Can Grow

Pain or Beauty

Life and Death

Light or Darkness from below

Words can cut

Words Can Repair

Words cannot fill history

When One’s Presence was never there.

We only have so many years to exist

To achieve

To Grow and Reproduce

Words cannot Replace the actions

where you forced that one to ignore their futures

Only to fit into your schedules

as they depend upon you as a life line

Lines drawn as destructive forces intertwine

Two or more lives that need to bleed as one

to remain bonded as such in love and family

where is the Humanity?

When one family member is a picture of “missing”

on the side of a milk carton?

Did you go out to find the lost one?

Or were you too busy with the prizes that you are seeking to have won?

Words can replace actions

They can justify

They can Describe the instances beyond

how we carry on past the years and moments spent in vein

Can we grow again from where we have been?

Or will words fill the wounds

in life

where we damaged better futures

only to die, slowly, from the neglectful acts

to ourselves….

As we let our needs fall behind

Relics on shelves….

Words do define….

The moments where we won

what was rightful and divine.

I remember you     the way I want to,
without a photo     but from memory.

Sane
What a word
Normal
What a feeling
Insane
What a thought
Sane,
As can be
Normal,
Thats what I am
Insane,
Thats what I think I am
Sane as can be
Normal is me
Insane is what I believe