“…Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.”
— Hanya Yanagihara
Leave the old behind
the past, the broken
the things that no longer serve
If we cling to old memories
new ones cannot be made.
Free yourself from burdens
unburden yourself from care
New roads forever beckon
new songs await to be sung
comfort can be a curse
as it keeps us in its grasp
long past time to go
let it be a mere way station
between adventures and lessons
and paths
Face the unknown future with a laugh
that continues to unfold.
— G A Rosenberg
“What you see depends entirely upon the words you have to describe what you see. Nothing exists unless we say it.”
— Grant Morrison
Pure form, formless
silence the point within
emptiness
existence has not yet been spoken
yet something moves
consciousness ripples in the void
awaiting to be born
Nothing exists
so anything is possible
Every time something is spoken
potential is lost
countless possibilities
blown out of the water.
In each word we choose a reality
consigning countless others
to the abyss.
but don’t let that stop you.
— G A Rosenberg
“You are not any of the stories you believed about yourself. What you are is actually the absence of story. That’s why the Buddha said, “There is no self.“”
— Adyashanti
To live in a story
is to live in a moment
that is not now
for tales imply an ending
a past already wrote
but the present is ever written
gone when word hits page
or lips.
Once upon a time..
a time not now
in a place
not here
but gone
the now may be spoken of some day
when it has become then
but our moment our now
is happening so no tale
in the unfolding..
— G A Rosenberg
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
― Cormac McCarthy
On my shoulder there is a mark
A statue broken against it
It drew blood
as the feelings of jealousy washed over me.
My foot, I cut that as a child
playing games of innocence and laughter
Some scars make you smile.
That line under my lip
I ran into a fence hitchhiking
long roads and many songs brought back
by reflection.
The gash through my heart tho
that came from you
bittersweet memories
and a hopeless dream of being marked again.
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
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Waiting For Alice or Someone Like Her by G A Rosenberg
City Storm by G A Rosenberg 
Shadowed Inference by G A Rosenberg
