New poem: "Nietzsche's Deception"

 

 

Nietzsche’s Deception

 

While reading Rudolph Steiner’s book

Friedrich Nietzshe, Fighter for Freedom,

I got a piercing insight into the philosopher’s

morbid soul that I scribbled into marginalia,

as I often do with books I read: “Nietzsche

refuses to deal with the karmic issue of his

own deception.” I knew what my muse was

saying, but I googled my insight all the same;

and AI instantly generated a fulsome context

of my insight into Nietzsche’s tortured life:

“In a spiritual or karmic context, a person who

refuses to deal with the karmic issue of their

own deception is choosing to remain in a cycle

of negativity, pain, and self-sabotage, delaying

spiritual growth and inviting the same challenges

to recur in their life or future lives,” as Rudolph

Steiner’s book had brought to light. Nietzsche

went mad, not because his uber ego Zarathustra

had declared God dead and we had killed Him,

which incurred a karmic debt that broke his

spirit; but because the eternal Nietzsche that he

willed himself to be could never be the Nietzsche

that God intended, and it did not matter that he

saw through the hypocrisy of man’s behavior,

Nietzsche adamantly refused to deal with

the karmic issue of his own deception

that silenced his angry soul

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Monday, November 24, 2025

 

 

 

New poem: "Opening Windows"

 

Opening Windows

 

“Many good poems have a kind

of widow-moment in them—they change

their direction of gaze in a way that

suddenly opens a broadened landscape

of meaning and feeling,” said Jane

Hirshfield in “Ten Windows.” Never

knowing what I’m going to see, I love

opening windows with my poetry. A

fleeting thought or image may come

to me, like a bird lighting on a tree; and

if I don’t catch the bird before it flies

away, I may never see what that window

would have opened up to me

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, November 16, 2025

New poem: "The Great River of Life"

 

 

The Great River of Life

 

Watching a podcast this morning—Paul VanderKlay’s

“Comparing Notes on the Rise and Remains of the Jordan

Peterson Phenomenon,” a zealous young podcaster talking

with the older, seasoned podcaster—an image suddenly

popped into my mind of two very spirited talkative men

in a canoe paddling upstream in a river of very fast-flowing

water; and no matter how hard they paddled, they weren’t

getting anywhere. The poetic image spoke to me, telling

me what I refused to see. As hard as they paddled against

the currents of the Great River of Life, I could see they

weren’t making any headway, despite all the progress they

felt they were making. I knew this, because with Gurdjieff’s

imperative of conscious effort and intentional suffering

I had “worked” my way through the most powerful currents

of the Great River of Life and found my own individual way

to the headwaters of my true self in the Body of God, the

Great Ocean of Love and Mercy where all new souls come

from and are destined to return to when life has made us

ready. And as I watched the eager podcasters paddling like

mad comparing notes on the trail-blazing iconoclast whose

book “12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos” inspired

my own book “One Rule to Live By: Be Good,” I saw that I

was wasting my time; and I stopped watching the podcast

and got on with the rest of my day, reading some Hirshfield

poetry from her new book The Asking, editing my new book,

We May be Tiny but We’re Not Small for an hour or so, and

then I went out to our back yard and blew the new batch

of fall leaves that the howling winds had shed from

our stubborn oak trees last night.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

 

 

New poem: "Their Moral Conceit"

 

Their Moral Conceit

 

How smug the woke are in their moral conceit,

believing they are right and everyone wrong

who believes President Trump is making America

great again, failing to see all the good he’s already

done by closing down the southern border to illegal

immigrants who only want to realize their dream

of a better life in the land of endless opportunity; how

smug the woke are in their moral conceit, impeding

President Trump from cleaning out sanctuary cities

harboring illegal immigrants; how smug the woke are

in their moral conceit, believing it’s acceptable for

transgender men to compete in women’s sports

and undress in woman`s lockers; how smug the woke

are in their moral conceit, defending DEI policy

over meritocracy in academia, the armed forces, and

marketplace; how smug the woke are in their moral

conceit, calling President Trump a fascist authoritarian

bully when all he`s doing is restoring those values

that made America great in the first place.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, November 9, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New poem: " "Caught in the Headlights"

 

 Caught in the Headlights

 

The vast empty words of what some people say

was brought home to me the other day when

I listened to a famous Hollywood actor, whose

movies I’ve always enjoyed, talking about the 45^th

and 47^th President of the United States in a way

that disparaged Donald J. Trump’s character (and

his own); and I could not believe that this respected

Hollywood actor and practicing Buddhist believed

what he was saying, his words were so blindly

devoid of the love, compassion, truth, understanding

forgiveness, and especially the bubbling joy that

his Guru and longtime close friend, His Holiness

the Dalai Lama, was famous for. Caught in the

headlights of this poet’s perspective, this famous

Hollywood woke actor and ersatz Buddhist

had nothing more to say to me.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Friday, October 31, 2025

 

New poem: "Who We Are Meant to Be"

 

Who We Are Meant to Be

 

“Love is who you are” were the first words

that Jeshua spoke to Glenda Green, the artist

who painted Christ’s portrait “The Lamb

and the Lion,” initiating Glenda into the secret

way of life that parts the veil of the baffling

mystery of falling in love, our soul’s natural path

for growth and self-fulfilment; so, regardless

how deep or shallow our love may be for one

another, love is the only way to fulfill our

destined purpose of becoming who we

are meant to be, our true self.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Thursday, October 30, 2025

New poem: "Ego's Last Words"

 

Ego’s Last Words

 

It’s always been this way,

life with all of its ups and downs

and twists and turns, joys and sorrows

mingling like there’s no tomorrow,

a never-ending enantiodromiac play

of being and becoming who we are

meant to be; and when the final curtain

comes down, ego’s last words have

always been, “All I ever wanted

was to be seen.”

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, November 3, 2025

New poem: "The Secret Way of Life"

 The Secret Way of Life

 

I have FB friends who hate Donald J. Trump,

the 45^th and 47^th President of the United States.

I mean, really hate the man, calling him a “racist,”

“fascist,” “Hitler,” “dictator,” and “authoritarian

bully.” Their animus is so deep that it scares me;

and I don’t know what to do about it. So, as I do

when life puzzles me, I ask my muse, my higher

self, to tell me; and my oracle replied: “Hate

is in their blood, and the only cure is a transfusion

of love. Love them with your all, in the sacred

knowledge that love is who we are; and one day,

if not in this life a subsequent incarnation, they

too will be called by the secret way of life

to be their true, loving self.”

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, October 14, 2025