The Egoist
I saw it in his eyes,
the sweet ecstasy of being
seen for the great actor that
he became. Dead now, at 87,
and all over YouTube with old
interviews revealing the arcane
secret of his excellence with
more confidence than he knew
he had; master of the brooding
silence, lauding his talent with
all the humility his British
pride could bear.
Composed in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
It’s Only a Theory
I have a theory that’s too good to be true;
but I believe it, because I lived it. And
it doesn’t matter if we don’t believe in God
or in the immortal soul; we will all realize
our destined purpose, because it’s written
in our spiritual DNA. From one lifetime to the
next, we will keep coming back to live life
over again to grow in love and understanding;
and when we’ve grown enough to be born
in Spirit, out we come into the light of day
like a newborn infant. No religion necessary,
nor esoteric magic; just life, life, and more life
until we have grown too much for our mortal
ego and are born in Soul, our true nature.
It’s only a theory, I know; but wouldn’t it be
lovely if it were true?
Composed in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Monday, August 25, 2025
Georgian Bay Blueberry Pie
Melanie punched in Barrie Hill Farms
on her trusty Jeep Cherokee’s GPS,
and we were off to pick fresh berries
for jam and the Georgian Bay Blueberry
Pie (which I inspired by the Wisconsin
Strawberry Pie that her sister Penny Lynn
makes for me every birthday); but as I
followed the directions on her GPS from
the back seat, watching the magical mind
of AI display directions, with a pleasant
woman’s voice alerting us to the next
road and turn to take, the thought came
to me, like a gift from heaven, wouldn’t
it be something if we had a spiritual GPS
to map out directions to our destined
purpose of realizing all that we are meant
to be? How simple life would be. I knew
that it was a pie in the sky; but then, so
was Georgian Bay Blueberry Pie.
Composed in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Monday, April 18, 2025
Stuck In His Own Conceit
He’s scary brilliant, and a joy
to listen
to; but he’s stuck in his own
conceit
and cannot see it. And that’s
the tragedy
of his message to the world,
unable
to break through the intellectual
fortress
of his weary soul and catch a
glimpse
of the truth divine that his hierophantic
message points to.
Composed in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian Bay, Southcentral,
Ontario
Monday, July 28, 2025
The Whistle Blower
He started a blog and shared his
thoughts,
little realizing what effect his
spiritual musings
would have on social media; but
one comment
after another, the trolling
became nastier, with
one anonymous troll accusing him
of plagiarizing
his thoughts because he quoted
so often to
lend gravitas to his musings;
and that’s when
it dawned on him that he wasn’t
simply musing
about life, he was blowing the
whistle on the
human condition, which so threatened
social
conscience that he chose to
write poetry instead,
letting his Muse do his thinking
for him; and
his poetry so mystified social
media that
the trolls stopped bothering
him.
Composed in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian Bay, Southcentral,
Ontario
Saturday, July 26, 2025
