Month: June 2015

The Dust of Broken Memories

 

“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

 

The dust of broken memories
shows me strange dreams
scattered and strewn
of happy children
and shadowed times
Too many tears shattered
over dim futures
and a yearning for a time
that never was.
I feared to tell you how I felt
and your hurt silence echoed mine
We walked for hours not holding
and then it was time for the sun
Maybe someday but that will be the dust
of another’s hand.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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A State of BalaceA State of Balance by G A Rosenberg

 

A Platter for a Gorgan's HeadA Platter for a Gorgon by G A Rosenberg

The Middle has no End

 

“Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.”
― Peter S. Beagle

 

I have written a few times now about constant beginnings and how each moment can be and often is the beginning of something new. While that is definitely true, it is only part of the story. It is equally true that at any given time we are somewhere in the middle of our tale, whether that be the middle of our day, the middle of our lives or the middle of the great tale of existence itself. The middle after all is where everything happens, the start and end point too brief to recognize. Our lifelong quest to become ourselves lasts as long as we do. Our understanding continually expands and even when we believe we’ve reached the end, we find that it is at best a brief pause or a shift to a new phase.
Blessings, G

 

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Watching the Talking HeadsWatching the Talking Heads by G A Rosenberg

 

Wheel of FIreWheel of Fire by G A Rosenberg

 

I Was Drawn Here

 

“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
― Thomas Merton

 

I start as a blank canvas
and let my art create me
each line or splash of colour
each image that I include
adds texture to my soul.
People have it backwards
as I did for so long
The artist is created by his art
so much more than the reverse
Subconscious shadows manifest
shading the finished project
with new hues
and undiscovered nuances
and like any true art
the artist is always a work in progress.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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Coming Through the FlamesComing Through the Flames by G A Rosenberg

 

Fallen JewelsFallen Jewels by G A Rosenberg

Silent Messages Sent

 

“I write you many letters with pens which are not seen. Do you receive them?”
— Emily Dickinson

 

So many words
that never pass my lips
Unexpressed thoughts
sent by heart
with unsure delivery.
So many things
I want to tell you
about mistakes made
hopes and fears
and a burning desire
to somehow make things right
to fix what’s shattered
and to turn back the clock
to times when things could have been…different
but now the words would go unheard
and messages unopened
only the love gets sent
and received?
well that’s another story
yet still.. yet still
I dream
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Born of the CityBorn of the City by G A Rosenberg

 

Seeking Answers in a Confused SpaceSeeking Answers in a Confused Space by G A Rosenberg

 

Find My Flow and Be…Thanks Jack

 

“Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be – be – be the infinite fertilities of the one mind of infinity, make no comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shooting stars of thought, just flow, flow, be you all, be you what it is, it is only what it always is – Hope is a word like a snow-drift – This is the Great Knowing, this is the Awakening, this is Voidness – So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don’t be sorry – Prunes, prune, eat your prunes – And you have been forever, and you will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.”
— Jack Kerouac

 

Rage, rage against creation
feel the sensation
consternation
that I’m not the person
I thought I would be
out of my tree
I spend so much time
worry about who I am
I forget to be
walking around
finger on the script
non-descript
senses stripped
of all sensation
emotional constipation
the flow has stopped
and I still go
forget what I know
pretend to be
but not to be
still I forget
all the regret
and let it go
find my flow
find my free
and learn to be…

 

Sometimes the only way to get through the bullshit is by not paying attention to it.
Blessings, G

 

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Face of the StormFace of the Storm by G A Rosenberg

 

Masked Aeon StreamMasked Aeon Stream by G A Rosenberg

 

Winding PathsWinding Paths by G A Rosenberg

 

New Beginnings

 

“The artist is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery is of little worth.”
— Ezra Pound

 

Everything is a first step towards a greater whole and every moment both a beginning and an ending. Even if we’re well on our way towards a given goal, the next step we take will be the first one on the rest of the way there. This is both reassuring and terrifying for it means no matter how far we’ve come, the journey is always beginning. Each achievement leads to the next one and we can never fully rest on our laurels because we have so far to go.
Blessings, G

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Sword MaidenSword Maiden by G A Rosenberg

 

Union of Snake and LionUnion of Snake and Lion by G A Rosenberg