If I could write the beauty of your eye,

The simple goodness of how you treated me;

Our descendants would turn and swear I lie:

That such unconsidered kindness could ever be.


Some plead their love and look for recompense;

And your beauty truly glows a light as well,

If I’m decrepit  in my tenderness

I still speak true of you with what I tell.


When that churl death with dust my bones shall cover,

Th’ angelic force you embody late and soon,

I come not with passion as an earthly lover,

But in light that comes from far beyond the moon.


When I am gone you’ll know I loved you true,

Not with anguished desperation of the hour,

Not with lust and avarice as most men do:

But with trust, and honesty, and power.



(C) 2015 by William G. Milne




I’m pulling these poems out of my notebooks. None of us know

how long we have to live. And some of these fragments are worth

passing on. I was working with various rhythms. And slowly but

surely I became more and more fascinated with iambic pentameter.

         (*Something that maybe only magicians know – different

voices come through with different rhythms.) 


         I was working on writing

a book with Shakespeare’s verses – inserting a verse or two of my own

while I was at it, experimenting with shorter lines to compensate for the shorter attention span of the television age. Some of the poems worked out  well.

            (I just noticed a line of Shakespeare in this present poem.) There’s

no way I’m likely to think of a line with the phrase “that churl death” in it.

So let’s give Willie the Shake his due. Of course Willie stole a whole lot of lines himself! And T.S. Eliot, as he says, stole even more: “Lesser poets

borrow, great poets steal.”

               So there’s no way I’m going to apologize in the slightest for any lines that happen to appear.

        Also, as I grow older, I seem to be completely losing my memory.

Maybe it’s the drugs they give me. Maybe it’s the drugs I gave myself.

So any kind of an apology whatsoever is fast becoming an impossibility.



RED WOMAN enlarged detail

Meditation is a form of prayer, make no mistake.

Or “sitting” as I like to call it, or “zazen” as the zen

people phrase it.


The big different is you are not focusing on

an external Source, rather you focus on an internal one.

But this is too simple, because after you are used to

sitting, external becomes internal. Prayers or questions

that are asked of the Lord of Hosts are often answered

through some kind of internal telepathy.


We are fools if we think that the Lord of Hosts is

working only externally. Why would we think this?

Because social norms are based on superficial

distinctions. And our understanding is all too often

based on social norms.

We assume God is external in the West. But of

course this is erroneous.


The golden fleece is hanging on a branch and

we must journey to find it. The holy Grail is a silver

chalice, is it not? Or is it a rock, a stone? Or is

it the fertile generative vulva of a maiden?

Yes, we must journey to find the Grail.

But the most important travelling we do is the

journey we do in the ‘dream time’ while






The silver mountain is within. And it is also

external. There are mountains and clifftops which

are places of power. Such places will give you further

energy in your sitting.


But really there is no need to go anywhere

once you find a place that is the axis of your own world,

your own hopes and dreams, your own guilt, shame and

regret.  Throw it all away!

But stay balanced in your sitting.


The SILVER MOUNTAIN is a symbol, an image.

When we travel through the dream time, the collective

unconscious of our species is within. We travel from image

to image, from symbol to symbol in a vast world

of half-understood archetypes.


It is not necessary to understand. Travel as if you

are asleep, but you are still awake. Journey from one

luminous point to another in the dark and the light of your

psyche’s core.


I have been around the world more than once.

I have taken ships, planes, trains and bicycles. I have

hitchhiked for more than 10,000 miles. And I have spent

many nights in mystic sitting in various places

of power around the planet.


It’s a wondrous world externally. But equally wondrous are

the galaxies within.

Don’t think of sitting as an ascetic discipline.


Sitting is a luxury, perhaps the greatest luxury of all.

It is no hardship to enter the timeless

Babes  in their mothers’ wombs are in the

timeless. We are born from the timeless

and at death we return to the timeless – that

chaste immaculate place that is beginingless

and endless – that beautiful realm where

saints and bodhisattvas are conscious still.


The signposts of the Way are in the timeless.

Images are brief maps. Symbols are signposts

along the way. Follow from one glowing point to

another. Travel wherever your heart desires.

There are great surprises in the timeless world,

the dream time.

        The divinity you find might just be your own.

(C) 2015 by W.G. Milne


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Yes, this is one of my books at amazon.com. It is not for the faint of heart.

It‘s packed with extreme humour from an ex-attorney who has also been

in jail. Every disturbing scene is based or real violent reality or drug-induced

madness and toxic psychosis events that have really happened. Only the names have been changed and/or omitted. It’s not to everyone’s taste, but it is to my taste. I have always had a sadistic sense of humour and being cast naked into solitary confinement for ninety days.  And being fed at groin level of the guards, what does it do? It takes an already twisted sense of humour and twists in more. Ferments it real good – so much so that after a while you don’t care if you tell the truth however socially unacceptable the truth.

The first scene describes how to survive an attack by a 260 pound expert in the martial arts, who for years now has been lifting weights at night on major hits of speed. How to escape this monster when he’s on a near-fatal dose of PCP (Angel Dust) if you happen to run into him at midnight in what to you is a public park, but to him the park is a much darker reality…

Yes, how to survive this and how to survive that – arrest while you’re

hallucinating – what not sign when you wake up restrained in a forensic clinic –

how to pay your criminal lawyer when you’re out of money, and what to pay him with!

How to survive a demented fiend who is pretending to be your dentist. How to build a BONG as big as a Volkswagen. How to pretend you’re drunk in the bullpen,

when you’re extremely happy and HIGH on a massive hit of DMT or LSD 25.

And much much more written by an author who can only laugh this way because he has formerly been in many untenably dark places. Right now “Santa’s

Urban Survival Guide” is available at amazon.com, written by William Milne,

as an e-book for $2.99. You can also get the very same book under the title, ‘A COMIC’S GUIDE TO HALLUCINATIONS AND TOXIC PSYCHOSIS”  by Walker  Ballantine for the soon to be new price of $10.00.

This just one of my books at amazon.com. There are two others which I’ll write about another time.

Enjoy the book.  (You can read the first chapter without paying a cent!) And see if you like it…  For there is much more material to come under other titles. Only I know exactly how much.