His still, small whispers melt into my mind
Like hot chocolate at dusk
Like a welcoming morning mocha aroma,
With an embrace louder than dawning fears;

Not demanding, but offering healing,
Inspiring and revealing -
Like a balm to my bruises
Like a brace to my body.

And so trembling, I wrap the echo of his words
Around my weary soul
But my weak heart
Cannot hold his words
As I bump and brush
Against other fragile hearts.

But still I sit in his serene shade
And he breaths these enveloping words:
"I understand."
And so I rest in his soft strong arms.

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

-Understood-

The blue shining sea.
The orange autumn leaves.
The simple things in life,
that make us feel complete.
The warm rays of sun.
The white shining moon.
If these thing ever left it,
would be to soon.
No emotions to feel,
no colors to see.
What would happen to people,
like you and me?
No sadness but also no happiness,
No pain but also no pleasure.
These things go together like,
Two birds of a feather.
Without good there is no bad,
without bad there is no good
You need two of everything so
It can be understood

And now I finally understand
The horse
Whose heart exploded
In the middle of the race.

She did not know what was going on
She was confused about the path she would take
Did she have to make the decision alone?
She has heard that she didn't but where was that other decision-maker
She gave everything she had and expected nothing and gained nothing

She did not know what was going on
Was she really falling in love or just desperate
Had she really been so blind was she finally seeing clearly
Had she really just lowed herself for an illusion

She did not know what was going on
How could she not realize
the is so young, so ignorant to love
She had so much ahead of her
and many more problems

She did not know what was going on
Yet that was no excuse to put on the platter
Yet she had much better things to do
A guy was no match for the worries in her mind
She had a mother brothers fathers* and yet her mind,
was only on him

She did not know what was going on
yet she did
she knew why she cared so much
she knew why she was so attached to something so pathetic
It was not love, or desperation, or even lust
it was fear

She did not know what was going on
She was afraid that she would never really understand love
She was afraid that she would never be loved
she was afraid that she would end up alone
So she fell for the trick of love
She fell for a fantasy

She pretended she had to make a decision all by herself
when she always knew that God was the answer...