What If It’s All
True?
What if it’s all
true?
What if what I
believe,
what you believe,
what
he and she and
they believe
is all true? What
kind
of world would this
be?
What kind of
universe?
Multiverse? What
would
we then do, if not
what
we’re already doing?
Monday, January 22,
2024
Georgian Bay,
Ontario
The Movie Star
She reeks of an
irreducible self-conceit
that`s toxic to my
nerves, and I can’t stand
to watch her interviews,
especially that smile
of hers when she
enunciates her words giving
them more importance
than their imagined
worth; and now
that she’s “out,” thirty-five
years a flagrant open
secret, she`s even more
noxious—so proud to
be other, confirming
her ego-status as
that special person she
believes herself
to be. Oh, the pity!
Thursday, January
18, 2024
Georgian Bay,
Ontario
The Lady Is a
Christian
Tethered to the
fence post of propriety,
her home, yard,
and religion bound her freedom
from the open
spaces of her soul. A kind lady
without, a cautious
lady within, she speaks
her mind because she
has earned the right; but
she can never
admit that she may be wrong,
and stretches the
hubris of her tether
to the snapping
point.
She does not
believe in the Virgin Birth, nor
in the stain of
Original Sin; she cannot buy into
the resurrection
of Jesus Christ, but maintains
that she is a
Christian. She believes that the soul
is eternal, but
cannot fathom how her soul can
pre-exist before
its birth in Time, and this confuses
her Christian mind
and stretches the hubris
of her tether to
the snapping point.
She serves Jesus
daily on the altar of her home,
yard, and gardens;
and before she goes to bed at night,
she prays for
strength to live another day because
her life is
incomplete. She desperately wants the key
to spiritual
freedom, which lies in her own heart;
but her mind keeps
getting in the way, and stretches
the hubris of her
tether to the snapping point.
A tireless widow
of eighty, she is the envy of all
her peers,
cleaning her immaculate home daily,
mowing her beautiful
lawn, tending to her flower
and vegetable
gardens, and walking three miles
every day; but she
loves to smoke cigarettes
and justifies her
harmful habit by calling it her
only vice, and
stretches the hubris of her
tether to the
snapping point.
She attends Bible
classes weekly to learn the way,
the truth, and the
life; but her pastor lost his faith
and wears his
collar to pay the bills, and the evening
wears thin as she
listens to his agnostic gruel. But
on behalf of her
savior Jesus Christ, she stretches the
hubris of her
tether to the snapping point, because
in her heart the
lady is a Christian.
Composed
in Nipigon, Ontario
Date
unknown: 1990-2000
Darwin’s Dilemma
The hunter stalks
his prey like
an animal without conscience
looking
for the weak, the
vulnerable, the lonely,
the old, the relative-less,
and a thoughtful
gesture, the time,
patience, feigned
good-heartedness, and
then comes the kill
with the execution
of the will, and the hunter
walks away with the
spoils: house, savings,
car, TV, grandfather
clock, and many
useless personal things,
praising Nature
and sneering at
the moral order
of the world.
Composed
in Nipigon, Ontario
Date
unknown: 1990-2000
The
Way of the Sly Man
I had
to put my Gurdjieff on last week
when
an incident pushed me to the brink;
I
did not want to go there, but it was
a vital
matter of give and take.
Blinded
by my habit, I gave of myself
too freely;
but I did not see what this did
to me.
It ripped a big hole in my energy field,
and I
was leaking dangerously.
Little
wonder I had so little energy to do what
I
most love—to write; but when it happened
before
my eyes, my “work” self kicked in,
and
I had to put my Gurdjieff on.
In just
two days of “work” on myself, the hole
in
my energy field sealed, and my vital life
force
stopped leaking; and as much as it pained
me to
curtail the flow to those I love, it was
my
love to give, and not be taken.
Friday,
August 4, 2023
Georgian
Bay, Ontario
