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Wednesday, October 16, 2019

NOCTURNE



a slow apprehension of infinity
puts a perspective
on our daily concerns

sitting here
as the silver sun sets
behind the Milton hills

watching the traffic pass
on the 4-lane highway
the lights on the cars like
beacons within me

large budless trees unblossoming
as yet
a darkness under the soil

sensory deprivation creates
a great acceleration
of sense

infinity, this Lord's day
with us always
its riotous flowering

a grace of sense
elemental forms
unfolding

the depth of my love for you
is the depth of this 
soil, the height of the
glistening stars
the wheeling lights of
eternity in my hand
and only you who have left me
makes me sorrowful

otherwise I would laugh
laugh with the birth of 
suns

and the graceful exit
of this one
from the day.








(C)1987 by W.G. Milne

Sunday, October 13, 2019

HERE'S TO ALL THE SINGERS plus BABY, COME BACK plus IN THE MIDST OF THIS




I was a folksinger, way back when, when
I wrote and sang these songs.

Johnny Rock had been born, but was not a band-leader then. I was playing solo with an acoustic guitar.




(C) 1980-2019 by  W.G. Milne


Thursday, October 10, 2019

AH, THE LOVE









AH THE LOVE!
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(1) I've got something to say to you,
You know a message you can use
They've been lying to us,
They never tell the truth
The greatest wars we ever fought
Were not fought below, above
The greatest journey known to man
Will take us to the love




(2) There's something missing here
I hope you understand
We're lost in a circus
Buying out our fellow man
Riding on an endless wheel
Driving madly without gloves
So lost in distraction
We never find the love,
Ah the love


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  •  Sometimes you gotta stop     (3)
    Stop and just sit down
    Sit and watch the river flow
    Let others go to town





(2)There are Gospels written
There are Gospels written
No one has whispered of
Giving us the secret - - -
Of how to find the love,
Ah, the love
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(4)  Sometimes you gotta stop
Stop and just sit down
Sit and watch the river flow
Let others go to town
The greatest journey know to man
Is not fought below, above
It's giving us the secret
Of how to find the love
Ah, the love


(C)1990-2019 by W.G. MILNE





















THERE ARE GOSPELS WRITTEN NO ONE HAS SPOKEN OF... GIVING US THE SECRET OF HOW TO FIND THE LOVE


AH THE LOVE!
____________
(1) I've got something to say to you,
You know a message you can use
They've been lying to us,
They never tell the truth
The greatest wars we ever fought
Were not fought below, above
The greatest journey known to man
Will take us to the love


(2) There's something missing here
I hope you understand
We're lost in a circus
Buying out our fellow man
Riding on an endless wheel
Driving madly without gloves
So lost in distraction
We never find the love,
Ah the love


Comments
  •  Sometimes you gotta stop     (3)
    Stop and just sit down
    Sit and watch the river flow
    Let others go to town


(2)There are Gospels written
There are Gospels written
No one has whispered of
Giving us the secret - - -
Of how to find the love,
Ah, the love
Comments


(4)  Sometimes you gotta stop
Stop and just sit down
Sit and watch the river flow
Let others go to town
The greatest journey know to man
Is not fought below, above
It's giving us the secret
Of how to find the love
Ah, the love





Tuesday, September 17, 2019

A LIFE OF BIOCHEMICAL EXTREMES


I'm coming out of the depression pod --- my mind is back again. Hey, I feel like myself!

ALL OF A SUDDEN I CAN DO LOTS OF THINGS! 

I am back above water - out of the sub-aquatic tunnel.

Which means that in the past few weeks, I have been a lesser being - tied in a morass of guilt and shame. These are biochemical extremes.

And this involves assuming various lesser personae.

Thinking doesn't help to cure them.

It seems I just have to be patient, until the wheel comes round again and I am awake.

And I am myself again.
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OK. True enough, but t
here is so much more to say.
And I'll say it here.
In these pages.**************

Monday, September 2, 2019

ACID RAIN & ETERNITY CAFE 5457304948262708984 n mp4



We were playing in front of a large audience at Wylders,
Main Street, North Bay... a magical moment in a song.













NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE

I wrote this song hitchhiking across Canada. I started in Toronto, passed thru north-western Ontario, then on to Winnipeg, then across the prairies... into the mountains - up and over, coasting down the Fraser Valley to Vancouver... then to the west coast of Vancouver Island. Then, soon as we tasted the Pacific Ocean, we turned around and hitched back all the way into Northern Quebec... Chicutami, Chibougameau (SP?) ...round the Gaspe, up to Sidney... and on and on and finally back to North Bay. That's when I wrote this song... eventually, I'd lie back against a road sign and I didn't care if I got a ride or not... Then the song came to me. (C)2017 by W.G.Milne. I'm singing and playing rhythm guitar and harmonica. Peter Rowland was the engineer & also played great lead guitar.

The idea was that the song should sound like the waves coming in and the waves going out --- at equal tempo. Not a normal rhythm for a Western song. Song is called, 'NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE." 

Sunday, September 1, 2019

ONE STEP FORWARD, ANOTHER STEP BACK





Just me and a Bontempi.   No effects on voice.


You can find more William Milne songs at:

William Milne Channel on You Tube.

I FEEL BAD ENOUGH THAT I'M WRITING POETRY





THIS place is OK. At least I have a comfortable
chair to sit in - not like in jail.

*

I haven't had a woman in here for weeks. And
I'm getting what perhaps is an unhealthy obsession...

More on this later.

                        
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WHEN THERE IS NO HOPE, THERE IS LIFE AGAIN.

                                   ***


My situation isn't exactly hopeless, but it is dire.
       Plus I feel bugs crawling on me... and they're
really there this time.

(It's not the D.T.s.)



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There were those who thought it was wrong to put
a comb through their hair. And there were those who thought
washing was wrong...

I agree with them, kinda, but not washing has made me
no friends.

These are the people who wanted to be mystics.

                               *    *    *

RE: MYSTICS  see the following:


THE MYSTIC AND THE CHILD AT PLAY

THE MYSTIC AND THE CHILD AT PLAY


(1)In all forms of mystical endeavour a one-pointed mind is essential. A one-pointed mind
means a focused mind.

(2) It is also necessary to find a sacred or blessed site on which to ground yourself.

You can have a spot cleansed by yourself,
and sanctified by the Lord of Hosts. The
site, the locus is important and getting grounded in this place is even more essential.
You must be grounded when you begin
your sitting.

Jesus said: "Among those born of women, from

Adam until John the Baptist, there is no one superior to John the Baptist that his eyes should not be lowered (before him).Yet I have said, whichever one of you comes to be a child will be acquainted with the kingdom and will become superior to John."

In all the activities of man, no one is more focused than a child at play. His concentration is not dualistic or divided. So we work towards the focus of a child at play.


This is what we want when we begin a mystical endeavour.
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