Writing the Tale

 

“To some extent, mythology is only the most ancient history and biography. So far from being false or fabulous in the common sense, it contains only enduring and essential truth, the I and you, the here and there, the now and then, being omitted. Either time or rare wisdom writes it. Before printing was discovered, a century was equal to a thousand years. The poet is he who can write some pure mythology to-day without the aid of posterity.”
— Henry David Thoreau

 

Shifting through possibilities of being
learning to open and allow
my real self to emerge
Casting shadows everywhere
especially within
Losing fixed points
I dance to the song I hear
soon the wheel will stop
and the ball click into place
my present identity fixed
The author is revealed
for no one else will
write my story
and no one will be blamed
At any point I can write finis
leave the scene and start anew.
— Gary A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Night of HekateHekate’s Night by G A Rosenberg

 

Interseedinterseed by G A Rosenberg

 

Broken in a Mosaic Cut-Up Kind Of Way

 

“Stop trying to ‘fix’ yourself; you’re NOT broken! You are perfectly imperfect and powerful beyond measure.”
― Steve Maraboli,

 

I stand, a broken man
well perhaps not broken
but composited
by wounds from the past
unexplained events that made no sense
abstract dreams with no grounds
painful conversations
and disjointed memories that could not resolve themselves.
Still I am complete in my being and becoming
Seek not to make sense
I’ve earned my confusion
my defusion and my delusion
There is no need to put me right
wrong or out of your sight
I am perfect in my shattered becoming
as you are in yours
I just allow the chaos to show
and the reality around me to bend.
— G A Rosenberg

 

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BlamelessBlameless by G A Rosenberg

 

A Ruby DreamA Ruby Dream by G A Rosenberg

 

Word Rhapsody

 

“We connect with the Other on the grounds that they keep their distance, that they do not demand from us or assert their Being, but rather play the role of abstract/grateful victim. The perverse (postmodern) libidinal pleasure is one of having a relationship but without the relationship as such; without the Real in the relationship”
— Glyn Daly

 

Who put the real in our relationship?
Is there any tea in our quality?
Did we close in our closeness
or go too far in our fear?
Did we become hapless in happiness?
Did we ever get together?
could we stare our mysterious ways
or figure out the what in weather?
— G A Rosenberg
A bit of word play while I shit through priorities after a week of cut-ups. The cut-ups were fun and a bit of a challenge tho I feel I want this blog to be something a bit more.
Still we will see where it goes.
Blessings G

 

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A Glimpse Below the SurfaceA Glimpse Below the Surface by G A Rosenberg

 

Crow's JourneyCrow’s Journey by G A Rosenberg

 

Waiting For the Moon (Redux) / Chalice (Redux)

 

Baying abated
He longs for lunar response
eager, ready, still

 

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Waiting For the Moon (redux)Waiting for the Moon by G A Rosenberg

 

Libation offered
Serpentine wisdom offered
Who will drink of it?

 

Chalice (redux)Chalice (Redux) by G A Rosenberg