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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

AN EYE CROSSING WATERS



Moon three-quarters in a dark night sky
Pavement black equally beneath 
      my gaze
I think back of all the many ways
We've stepped and trod
And the many days we rest
      beneath the sod;
Only to emerge again, an eye
Crossing waters
To a new land and hand
And Journey again...

How to tell our sons?
How to tell our daughters?




(C)2013 by W.G. Milne

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Santana - Smooth ft. Rob Thomas - MUSIC IS ONE OF THE CURES




In music a strange communion takes place.
When it's a celebration and it lifts you up -
that's when it's real and really alive. This
song can get you there.

I keep thinking of Bob Marley's fine words:

"Forget your weakness and dance,
Forget your sickness and dance."

MUSIC IS ONE OF THE CURES

Laughter is another one of the cures.

And love in the midst of music and laughter,
that's the best cure of all.




(C) 2017 by W.G. Milne
                      Johnny Rock and the Angels

Friday, April 21, 2017

VIGNETTES

 

vignettes





liver-dark urine
in a sunlit kitchen
27 mice in the closet
and a cat who's new

Van Gogh cycles
a paint so yellow
it kisses sunlight
like the Magi the east,
like a nun...the truth

waiting all night
in an old train station
boy toys and hookers
mill beneath the roof
of the greasy spoon
bar there
where all the 
noise is


and this music from a lyre
that's mute
and no songs on
a guitar that's blue

and flies teem on me
in the deep bush
by a swamp
that's itchy and wet,
deep and rude

and climbing a rock
face and gasping
on my back as
I watch...
the crescent moon.








(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

Saturday, April 15, 2017

AT SUCH A TIME AS THIS




At such a time as this
When wishing is ridiculous
When prayer is questionable
      at best
All a man can do
Is wait with utter courage
For what may not exist.

In the midst of such faith
One trumpet blast is all
      that is necessary
Then watch the walls
Of Jericho 
Come tumbling
Tumbling

And see the holy light
Awake upon all
The gates of the new and
      transformed place
Hellish Babylon comes
Crashing down amid 
Such courage

The awakening of Grace
Makes the holy city blaze
Where all was grey and fallen
An instant before

Such is the wondrous nature 
      of the Lord's Grace
And the One who can hold
      the vessel
High and chaste
To receive it

So easy
It is all so easy
And impractical, non-
      rational
The sunrise creates
The time of morning
In the 3rd eye
Which was blind before.


Thursday, April 13, 2017

CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS



And he said to me, "Be strong for you are the one to whom these mysteries are given, to know them through revelation." 
         "And you shall present them to another race in another age."
      "For these blind ones have chosen blindness and have chosen disgrace - they are of the dead already. For  the son of their glory they have put to shame."

        The above words were written 2000 years ago. We are now in a different age. And we are a different race.

                             * * *        

        Standing beside the man nailed to the tree
is a joyful man, who is the living Savior, resembling the man nailed to the tree. And
he is filled with a Holy Spirit, he is the Savior,
and there is a great ineffable light surrounding
them, and the multitude of ineffable and invisible
angels blessing them.

          The man who stands joyfully, smiling at those who did him violence, while they are divided among themselves. He observes  their
lack of perception, knowing they were born blind.

And I heard these words:

 "I am Mind, Spirit filled with radiant light;               Mind mixed with compassionate Heart.
  I am the fullness of being which you seek,
  Mind which knows eternal light.

I AM CONSCIOUSNESS THAT IS NOT RESTRICTED BY DEATH"




"GRACE IS NOT CONTAINED IN ANY BOOK, BUT IS THE SOLE PROVENANCE
OF THE LORD." 


"Knowing yourself you will know me,
and I will know you, and the hidden things
will be revealed to you."






   Christ Consciousness is beyond death.

 Christ is not subject to corruption. When we  Know him, his Consciousness will arise among us.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

WHO WILL BE MY LOVE?






This is a blues song in E minor.



An Em Blues song that I've had with me for a long time. If you like the Blues in a minor key, you'll likely love this tune.... even tho I forgot a few of the verses.
                               Cheers from JOHNNY ROCK & W.G. MILNE
Peter Rowland on lead guitar. Johnny on rhythm guitar and vocals

(C) 1990-2017 by W.G. Milne

Check out Johnny Rock and the Angels songs
at the WILLIAM MILNE CHANNEL on YOUTUBE.

You find this song and about 40 others there.

Screamin Jay Hawkins - CLOWN AND GREAT TALENT







It's so easy to underestimate Screaming Jay,
but he was a big talent --- who had the courage to be funny.
       He cheered people up, pure and simple. And while he was cheering them up, he impregnated 57 women.
       So...biologically he was a great success.

       He had the big voice... and he played great piano. I suppose he could have sung opera...
but the very idea is ridiculous.
       An ebony dancer at the Zanzibar said to  me:
        "NO FOOLS, NO FUN!"
       
     That's what her grandmother used to say.

      But you can't play the fool all the time or people just think you're an arsehole.

       So this leads back to Screaming Jay. I love him because he makes me laugh... and laughter is a great gift.

      He played the fool so much - people forgot that he was a great talent.



How this guy... could play with a bone in his nose.... and write a song about being constipated on the toilet.... and still be loved by his fans...... well- he had a great voice and he was funny and he could play that piano, baby!

He had a magnetic personality... just like some women have magnetic attributes..... good God!
Women loved him... he fathered 57 children...and those are just the ones we know about. God bless ya, Jay!
He's my idea of some kind of inverted saint.

Yeah, Baby!


Monday, April 10, 2017

NO ONE'S GREAT ALL THE TIME

                                                    (Edited version)


NO ONE'S GREAT ALL THE TIME
And this applies to you
You can please a 100 thousand people
But you can't look me in the eye
Most of the time

 

"What good am I.. if I say these things?"
Well, maybe you're not good at all if you can't                 sing
At least not now...this time
Doing this thing



Surprise that you met me
Standing on this cliff

Between the sea and our Creator
Who sees with 1000 eyes
I think maybe I'll love you
Some of the time

Some of the time is fine with me
I really don't need much time
To reach a deep
Understanding



You can look across the ocean
You can look into the fields
If you listen closely to me
You'll feel the way I feel

Most of the time.





(C) 2017 by W.G.Milne
With acknowledgement and love
           To Bob Dylan

Friday, April 7, 2017

RADIANCE 'TIL THE END OF TIME






O Lord of Hosts, you give your radiance,
You pour your light down from among the                    fields;
Your Grace can never be contained by me.
Nor by any soul across the centuries.

You give your gifts in mysterious places.

You give your gifts to those so unworthy,
         like me,
How could you use me to express
          your Word?


And the saints and Bodhisattvas,
        the timeless ones,
How come they share their
        selfless truths with me?

In the radiance of 
Your Great  Gifts you
Have the mercy to give
        Grace and speak 
                   to me;
We are both aware 
       I don't deserve it.

Let me serve you 
       then to the
               end of time.






(C) 2017 by W.G. Milne

Saturday, April 1, 2017

LOVE BENEATH THE WAVE


it's time for me
again now
that quiet path
to seek,
by the cliffs
and hawks' nests
and trains
across the way;
above the town
up on the hill
I find a quiet 
peace
and hear
the waters lapping
by the bay.

I will greet my father
for he's gone
beneath the wave;
remember
my first love
her lips
so sweet;
I'll whisper a message
to them
for a remnant
we can save
of old loves
now hidden
in the deep.

and here now
in the morning
what is it
now I crave?
of ancient days
gone past
what may 
I seek?
I'll place a stone
upon an altar,
and the altar
by the wave;

their names
in hidden silence
I will keep.




                              (C)2013 by W.G. Milne



Thursday, March 30, 2017

LIE ON YOUR LEFT SIDE, MY BELOVED



"Yes, I remember, Lady,
Out of the glistening night
How we bathed in the gleaming sea
And tasted Paradise."
                                                     ********


((Short poem by W.G.Milne, called:
   "PARADISAL MEMORY"))





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LIE ON YOUR LEFT SIDE,  MY BELOVED


Lie on your right side,my Beloved,
Death comes more easily that way
The death of all you didn't love
And all you tried to save...

No, just lie here so peaceful
In the womb of the greater day
Owl light by altared candles
And the dancing gift she gave;

Lie here, my Beloved,
In the tomb of the windy night
And caress your lover's hair
And kiss the liquid air
Of her thighs and sighs,
Hear the water lap the shore
She is with you no more
Yet you lie in the night
In her embrace, in your gladdest Grace,
On your right side, my Beloved,
In the middle of the night
With no one there, you shall see her face
Bathe in her glad embrace
In the dreaming dark tomb of space.









(C)2017 by W.G.Milne

(Re-discovered out of the vinyl blue notebook

AIN'T NO SUNSHINE WHEN SHE'S GONE --- A SONG THAT IS ALREADY LEGENDARY BY BILL WITHERS





Every once in a while, a song comes along that is almost mythic.... A song that is so fundamental we feel it has been with us always.
The "House of The Rising Sun" is one such song.
          This creation by Bill Withers is another
song ( which seems to be out of our distant past) - almost an archetype. But the man singing here is the man who wrote it.
           What greater gift can any person give to human society than to write a song like this?
We don't know who was prime minister when Coleridge wrote Kubla Khan. But we remember the poem and the poet.
          To be fair, I'm a poet so I'm probably  prejudiced in this matter - but I'm pretty much right. Maybe I'm right entirely.
          OK I'm kidding... but to be real... this song is a masterpiece on a level we can hardly discern.
          People will still be singing this song when most of us are gone.

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OK, that's depressing. Tho 2 lines of this song
I find politically incorrect, but still very true.

"I OTTA LEAVE THE YOUNG THING ALONE,
  BUT AIN'T NO SUNSHINE WHEN SHE'S GONE."

        My God, that's a true statement! Not socially approved, but true.

        At any rate, this is a great song. All homage goes to Bill Withers. I can't say enough
about this masterpiece.

        It's so good, it's on a par with the Mona Lisa.



(C)2017 by W.G. Milne