Friday, June 14, 2019



JUNE, 2019   ----- i WROTE THIS ten years ago ... approx 2009.... and I have a busload of witnesses!!!!


Thursday, June 13, 2019


Distinctly Odd
Now in tatters he walks the boulevard
In a decrepit pair of running shoes
And his armpitssmell of last month's bar
And his breath smells exactly like a fart
And when he coughs people sneer and avoid him
And when he laughs, people cringe
Those in the restaurant beside him.

Friday, June 7, 2019


I found a piece of driftwood
on the beach at
and a brush that
did the colours
on the signs
in Spanish Town,
but found there
not a trace
not a trace
of paint.

I see implements of torture
on the Serenghetti plains,
leaving not a taste 
of anger or distaste
leaving not a trace of hate

I find weapons of
by the towers
that burned down;
and blood and smoke
and damage mile
after mile
and leaving not a trace
of lies;

I see a mother's hairbrush
down the chapel in the back
and her favourite yellow
and best shoes for the
and leaving just a
of love;

I find a toy soldier
by the genocidal pits
and seeds and pits from an
and a silver spoon with it;
and finding just a trace
just a trace
of gold.

I find a silver locket
on the Salisbury Road
I see a picture of a
mother, and child's sister
and two sons;
and leaving
not a trace
not a trace
at all.

(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

my favourite old coat

infinite salvation
     must be sought
in finite things

two clear mirrors
each other

I thought of all the leaders
     fighting to be free
and  I thought about you
     hiding from the mystery

in my annihilation
     Mu appears

a guitar without strings
      a sound
      blown by the


my favorite old
is worn today
threads loosely
shreds  blown away
      to the clouds.

(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

Tuesday, June 4, 2019


Hearing  new discovered songs
From millenia ago
With wild disturbing tones
And strange unearthly notes

Down neon rounds downtown
From deep within the smoke
This syncopated stroke
A bass and rhythm sound

Out of darkness do we bring
Notes to waking souls
Chords that make a whole
Dance the ocean sings.

And now may dream upon
Silent trumpeting
Fields that no one sees
Resting on a song

Melissa weeps to me
That all she loves is gone
Like stars that seek the dawn
In a land beyond the sea.

(C)2019 by    W.G. Milne

Friday, May 31, 2019

FROM "THE TOWER" - Uncle Eliphas speaks to Dorian


        Yes, all these questions, I asked them
repeatedly, with utmost concentration deep into
the black night. And an answer came to me,
of absolute certainty. Clear as the full
moon shining, but hard to grasp rationally. The
answer came after long nights of waiting. The
bottom fell out of my personal identity. I was
in the depths of a dark well. A new basis I
discovered upon which to found a personality;
but that new foundation was fluid as the sea,
ephemeral  as the moon on the waters, empty
as the moonlight dancing on the shining
midnight leaves lifted by the breeze. Most
disturbingly non-existence was the nature of
my new identity. Yet in the very lack of,
content of my Soul there was an omnipresence
of what may only be called divinity, as it
was named of old. Although perhaps it is better
to use no names to refer to that which, ever
changing, is ever the same."

(C) 1979-2019 by W.G. Milne

Sunday, May 26, 2019


Waking in Alexandria

He woke up in Alexandria.
He didn't know where he had been.
He thought there was a woman
Who had mattered once to him.

He looked out a window,
Saw a madman called Khalim;
Uttering predictions
And singing Sunday hymns.

“There will be a great burning
In this city once again;
This town will be ravished
By an army of our friends!”

There were clouds of colours
In the street;
And dust on the laden wind.
Pyramids in the distance,
And crumbling new construction.

The passing carts threw up the dust
A glimpse of neon in the street;
Someone was playing a clarinet...
Scales of an eastern variety.

“The great battle is within us!
The soldiers our cells and minds.
You don't have to go downtown...
There's nothing you need to buy!”

This man down in the alley
Shouted up at him;
Waving a bottle of  whiskey
       up above his head
And singing Sunday hymns.

“The priest sent you a message.
It says, 'Listen! Now begin!'
The doubt you have within you
Is your only sin!”

The street crowds were distracting,
He wrote something just like this,
“You see cobra and the mongoose
 Fight until the death!”

The crowds were passing slowly...
Such a colourful array
Of camels, birds and monkeys,
It was hard to concentrate on the page.

It seemed there was some dancing
In the alley right below,
Dancing on the cobbles
In the scent of hashish smoke

“There will be a great burning
In this city once again!
This town will be ravished
By an army of our friends!”

He tried to close the window.
It was impossible to do.
He put his feet up on a table,
Leaned back and dreamed of truth...
He had a drink of something new.

The liquor in his glass was smoking.
The laughter in the street                      
Turned to be less raucous,
A voice was speaking in a dream.
“The great mountain is within you!
Most difficult to climb
Most slippery of all mountains
You will ever find!”

The priest sent me a message
He said, “Listen.  Now begin.
The self-doubt you have inside you
Is your only sin.”

“Caesar and Alexander
Met on an island just one time.
They had one thing in common:
No division in their minds.”

He closed the window and went to sleep
He thought,”Is all of this a dream?”
He put his head upon a pillow..
And that ended everything.

                                                (C)2013 by W.G.Milne
                                                      North Bay

Friday, May 3, 2019


Clifftop Writings:
“The poet knew that he had
tasted the Mind of God
He had been taught and schooled
by the Lord on cliff tops,
promontories into deep lakes
and wild seas. In many such
places the Lord of Hosts revealed
the eternal presence of His seeing
in His holy light.
The poet had been astounded
repeatedly and anointed by the Lord,
through none of his own
doing, but by Grace only.
That all things are of God:
matter and soul and spirit originate
in Him, and all returns to Him.
All is in the crystal shower
of the incandescent throne,
The holy fountain that erupts
and subsides again: the awareness
which is the eye of the seashell
And of the hurricane and the tornado:
The burning blaze at the heart
Of the atom; the restless charge
That leaps throughout the adhesion
Of molecules; the pure eye of the
Baby child newly in her cradle:
The leap of a bright butterfly off a
summer branch,
The yellow eye of the sun
The eye for which all all time
is present
The past and the future exist
To the Mind of God:
“I see Moses in his day and
Adam and the birth of my son
In whom I am well pleased;
I am Alpha, Omega, and I am
the unity of the Universe.”
“I am the living and fiery essence
that burns in the light of the stars;
I am the white light of holy dreams
and realities,
The chastity of the bride
The white wedding of the Mind;
I am the poet’s poetry
The prophecy of the sage
I am the potter,
You are my clay:
I give to you, even this
New heaven and earth
Born again in this page.


(C) 2018-2019 by William G. Milne 

Monday, April 29, 2019


The silver light in the streaming rain

The wings of the white gull passing again

The broken-hearted lullaby

At the lakeside lumber drive

I tried to say, "Bella, goodbye,"

But she knows when somethings shaking

Something survives

The Japanese Elm with its leaves of fur

Delights the evening, its branches stir

The lunatic crimson colour of the sun

When day is ending or just begun

Something is rising from below

Something is rising from the smoke

Like a lost horizon and an open boat

Like a green god rising from the snow

And waiting there as the winter blows

Something is calling from the frozen streets

Where the barflies in restaurants nod and eat

Where the smoke is rising from the factories'                            heat

Steam from sewer tops, signs on the peaks

A neon dancing dime for dime

Gives me weekend passage from the nowhere                           mine

An hour's respite from the dissatisfied mind

Which hurries the tomatoes and makes the time

Something's rising from below

Something's rising from the smoke

Like a lost horizon and an open boat

Like a green god rising from the smoke

And waiting there while the winter blows

The master magician  turns the wheel

So some feel robbed while others steal

And what the red Madonna lost in her zeal

Our white lady of the fields

Speaks without shame in her crystal heels

The Chinese steeple in the white room

Sweeps the streets of the fisherman's gloom

And the priest says something or someone's

                     coming soon

But when I follow him to his room

And I see him naked by his dark lagoon

And I say, "Hmmm, whatever comes out of a                                    swamp

Might be exactly... what Madonna wants."

And who's to say? there's no telling 'bout taste

What Sunday some will save, others they'll just                                  waste

They'll let the wind waste away

The poppies growing on the dead men's grave

And what sister in her silk skirt gave

Set ships sailing wave on wave

And who's to say? there's no accounting for                                       taste

What Sunday some will save, others they'll

                              just waste

On Saturday........................On Saturday

I had no more doubts, the river never runs dry

It keeps on rolling deep and willful neath the                                    sky

And dark-haired lady winks at me from the                                    other side

She says if you got nowhere to run you got                                        nowhere to hide

If you're gonna open your arms, open 'em wide

The sky, you see, will accept no disguise

Come swim with me - take that mystery ride

And Oo Oo oo, the days they go

But there's something that that lady of the                                        rocks don't know

Out of the crimson morning of the snow

One forbidden shoot begins to grow

The nightbird screams and the frozen wind                                     blows 

Nobody's walking, everybody climbs

Up the ladder of the nowhere mine

And once in a while someone makes a find

Says, " Won't please someone bring me a light?

Is this gold or is this lime?"

And who's to know? There's no accounting

                          'bout taste

What one day someone will save, others he'll

                           just waste

On Saturday............. on Saturday

And something's rising from below

Something's rising from the smoke

Like a lost horizon and an open boat

Like a green god rising from the snow

And waiting there while the winter blows

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

Saturday, April 27, 2019


That God created anciently is not so,
For all things are birthing new today;
And if there is a truth all men must know:
It's that there is no past, all things are  
          present day.

All across the world it is this way
Truth rings a bell and then the temple sings
All we crave keeps disappearing down a drain;
As sun and moon keep circling one vast ring. 

As we search for beauty, we know that beauty
And all the world is set in depths of pain,
And as we search for truth, where lasting truth                resides,
We learn the only absolute is change.

And as we search and learn that life and death
              are so,
Rains hit hard and the stormy winds do blow;
And after all my travelling coast to coast
              I learn
Round the world two times through heat and ice               and snow:

Your loving heart is all I need to know;
Your sweet sweet love is all I need to know.

(C)2016 by W.G. Milne

Tuesday, April 23, 2019


Translated by George W. MacRae
I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am <the mother> and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.

Why, you who hate me, do you love me,
and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me,
and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,
and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and those who have not known me, let them know me.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.
Give heed to my poverty and my wealth.
Do not be arrogant to me when I am cast out upon the earth,
and you will find me in those that are to come.
And do not look upon me on the dung-heap
nor go and leave me cast out,
and you will find me in the kingdoms.
And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those who
are disgraced and in the least places,
nor laugh at me.
And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.
But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Be on your guard!
Do not hate my obedience
and do not love my self-control.
In my weakness, do not forsake me,
and do not be afraid of my power.
For why do you despise my fear
and curse my pride?
But I am she who exists in all fears
and strength in trembling.
I am she who is weak,
and I am well in a pleasant place.
I am senseless and I am wise.
Why have you hated me in your counsels?
For I shall be silent among those who are silent,
and I shall appear and speak,
Why then have you hated me, you Greeks?
Because I am a barbarian among the barbarians?
For I am the wisdom of the Greeks
and the knowledge of the barbarians.
I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians.
I am the one whose image is great in Egypt
and the one who has no image among the barbarians.
I am the one who has been hated everywhere
and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life,
and you have called Death.
I am the one whom they call Law,
and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued,
and I am the one whom you have seized.
I am the one whom you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am she who does not keep festival,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I am the one whose God is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,
and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned,
and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,
and you reflect upon me.
I am the one whom you have hidden from,
and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves,
I myself will appear.
For whenever you appear,
I myself will hide from you.
Those who have [...] to it [...] senselessly [...].
Take me [... understanding] from grief.
and take me to yourselves from understanding and grief.
And take me to yourselves from places that are ugly and in ruin,
and rob from those which are good even though in ugliness.
Out of shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly;
and out of shamelessness and shame,
upbraid my members in yourselves.
And come forward to me, you who know me
and you who know my members,
and establish the great ones among the small first creatures.
Come forward to childhood,
and do not despise it because it is small and it is little.
And do not turn away greatnesses in some parts from the smallnesses,
for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.
Why do you curse me and honor me?
You have wounded and you have had mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.
And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away
[...] turn you away and [... know] him not.
What is mine [...].
I know the first ones and those after them know me.
But I am the mind of [...] and the rest of [...].
I am the knowledge of my inquiry,
and the finding of those who seek after me,
and the command of those who ask of me,
and the power of the powers in my knowledge
of the angels, who have been sent at my word,
and of gods in their seasons by my counsel,
and of spirits of every man who exists with me,
and of women who dwell within me.
I am the one who is honored, and who is praised,
and who is despised scornfully.
I am peace,
and war has come because of me.
And I am an alien and a citizen.
I am the substance and the one who has no substance.
Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me,
and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me.
Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me,
and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me.
On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from me,
and on the day when I am far away from you, I am close to you.
[I am ...] within.
[I am ...] of the natures.
I am [...] of the creation of the spirits.
[...] request of the souls.
I am control and the uncontrollable.
I am the union and the dissolution.
I am the abiding and I am the dissolution.
I am the one below,
and they come up to me.
I am the judgment and the acquittal.
I, I am sinless,
and the root of sin derives from me.
I am lust in (outward) appearance,
and interior self-control exists within me.
I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone
and the speech which cannot be grasped.
I am a mute who does not speak,
and great is my multitude of words.
Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness.
I am she who cries out,
and I am cast forth upon the face of the earth.
I prepare the bread and my mind within.
I am the knowledge of my name.
I am the one who cries out,
and I listen.
I appear and [...] walk in [...] seal of my [...].
I am [...] the defense [...].
I am the one who is called Truth
and iniquity [...].
You honor me [...] and you whisper against me.
You who are vanquished, judge them (who vanquish you)
before they give judgment against you,
because the judge and partiality exist in you.
If you are condemned by this one, who will acquit you?
Or, if you are acquitted by him, who will be able to detain you?
For what is inside of you is what is outside of you,
and the one who fashions you on the outside
is the one who shaped the inside of you.
And what you see outside of you, you see inside of you;
it is visible and it is your garment.
Hear me, you hearers
and learn of my words, you who know me.
I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
I am the sign of the letter
and the designation of the division.
And I [...].
(3 lines missing)
[...] light [...].
[...] hearers [...] to you
[...] the great power.
And [...] will not move the name.
[...] to the one who created me.
And I will speak his name.
Look then at his words
and all the writings which have been completed.
Give heed then, you hearers
and you also, the angels and those who have been sent,
and you spirits who have arisen from the dead.
For I am the one who alone exists,
and I have no one who will judge me.
For many are the pleasant forms which exist in numerous sins,
and incontinencies,
and disgraceful passions,
and fleeting pleasures,
which (men) embrace until they become sober
and go up to their resting place.
And they will find me there,
and they will live,
and they will not die again. 


  The essence is this: “When you
realize 'what it is’, what I am.  this truth that I embody,   when you come to Know me, you
will know yourself.  For what I am you shall be,
and the hidden things will be revealed
to you…”
             In other words, there will be nothing
hidden to you.

               Another way of putting it is: 


      This is the important point. This is the truth that is told in the earliest gospels… Christ: “I am as close to you as your very breath.”



These are  some of the earliest recorded 
(copied down) words of Christ. 
       The saviour who says these words is not an
action figure.  And He doesn’t exist in the past.
 He exists right here and now. And this very moment he sits right beside you, “As close to you as your very breath.”

        It is important that in this country we get
these basic facts right… that we get the straight
goods.  We have been told a fairy tale for too
          This is serious business!  This is life or
death… of our people and of our culture.  
           We rise or fall as a people in so far
as we attain this basic realization.


             When you go into the woods with your
close friends and you light a fire and you drink
some wine and you eat whatever mind-rockingindigenous plants are available, and you look
into the fire….and you clear your mind… this
is the voice that is speaking out of the fire.
             The voice is here and now. God
is within you. Christ is your ultimate nature.
Come to this voice inside yourself… and you
will have found the Key to life eternal.


           The I AM existing in  

            I AM THAT I AM 

This is the voice that speaks within you.           

The  I AM in: 


This is the voice that speaks within you.
And if you listen very carefully, and if youAnd if you listen very carefully, and if you
discard all your preconceptions, you will
Realize this voice… And the world will change
for you. 

              When we touch the sacred nature
of the holy path of the real God, when we hear
His voice, when we taste him in the smoke
of the peace pipe of your circle, when
the sanctity of the One who is 
creating all things caresses you… you will not
need any other caress, for you realize
that all affection comes from the same Source…

             And I praise thee, O holy One, you
are the source of all our strength.You are 
 all our love…I praise thee…
the God of Jacob, the God of Abraham, 
the One who rides the clouds, the One who speaks from
on high, the Lord of the Meeting Rivers, the
Lord of all the countries of the earth, like sands
of the seas, this is the ancient holiness that you
partake of. This is the holiness that is immaculate
and new.

           This is a true, historical figure.

             Taste the vision of the ancients,
the vision that is holiness, the vision
that manna gives to  wanderers in the desert.
              We are walking in the desert,
even know. For life without the Knowledge
of God is a desert, make no mistake.
               Without this Knowledge 
We walk in the valley of death, alone.
We walk in the wilderness, far from our
             Until Vision is awakened
within us… and when vision awakes
within us, we see we are in the holy city
and we have always been in the holy city.
         When things become wrong,
evil, lost… this is when we are living in
ignorance. We have forgotten that the holy
altar  exists. And there are meanings to
be achieved within it, within the circle
of the holy tabernacle of God… 
          Meanings that have been with us
from the beginning.

            This is the Second Coming of Christ, 

            “And he shall be as I am, and I shall be he.”

       The  NEW  Christ Consciousness arising from the miraculous find  at Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in 1945… 2000 years after the crucifixion: He has come again.  

            “Whoever finds the explanation of these
words will not taste death”
                                       The Gospel of Thomas. 

This is the promise our Christ gives us. 
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