Tag: creative

Transitions (Redux)

In life as in story
chapters start and end
a thought or adventure nears
either a transition point
or a moment of tension,
a cliffhanger that drags us along
to the start of something new
It’s amazing how troubled we get
at these changes
Anxiety mixes with excitement about what comes next
grief over what’s left behind
yet looked at from a distance
it’s all one book
complete before time began…
In the long run
perhaps all we can do
is make our story a memorable one,
an enjoyable one,
a fulfilling one whatever that may mean
for each of us
— G A Rosenberg (2010)

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Star-struck by G A Rosenberg

Identity

Not where I’m going
the roots need to strengthen tho
progress has begun

 

Not where I came from
I’ve come too far, seen too much
Closed some doors behind

 

No group can claim me
My views can’t be limited
by another’s words

 

human beingness
transcending and evolving
I embrace fully

 

Sometimes the strait jacketed elegance of a haiku allows for great clarity. In my exploration of identity this past week, both my own individual identity and my consideration of the groups and causes we identify with I kept coming to the conclusion that if we don’t start thinking of ourselves in a larger sense as part of one greater whole humanity (perhaps even beyond that, beings on this planet) than we are in danger of not being. Too many people pushing either their own agendas or the agendas of a small group that they wish to benefit from who aren’t realizing the potential danger in the choices they are making. Many too many of them seem to be in decision making positions in this world. Please when possible, think large. Embrace your humanity. Be kind.
Blessings, G

 

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Lazered by G A Rosenberg

Three of Wands (Redux)

Ready to travel
I can see the road ahead
if not my destination.
I need not journey alone
tho we may not end together
eventually each man’s road diverges
from the rest
to travel now feels right
leaving behind a chapter complete
with little unfinished business
heading towards promise.
Now future facing
I begin.
— G A Rosenberg

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Three of Wands by G A Rosenberg

1 AM Questions (Redux)

So if I take off my art and my quotes and my poems
if i stand exposed before the world
and speak my truth
will anyone care?
and why should that matter?
Do I have a truth worthy of expression?
one that hasn’t been said better by others?
What is my voice?
Can I teach as well as learn?
Can I talk as well as express?

What if I step out from behind my masks
and show nothing?
where does all this fear come from?
Could it be?
that I need to be this open
to heal myself and thus heal others?

How can I counsel jumping to others
without making the leap myself?
Can I let go of fear
and being alone?
Shall this caged bird fly free?
— G A Rosenberg

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Meditation by G A Rosenberg

Song to the Wise

Wiccan women calling down the moon
seeking to travel
seeking to learn
Does it speak to the heart?
Does it speak to within
Does it speak to virtue
Does it speak to your sin
and what have you done
for what do you grieve?
You have lived, nothing less
than what you believe

 

Medicine man singing the sun
seeking to guide
seeking to heal
Does it come from spirit
Does it speak to your soul?
Does it bring us together?
and make the parts whole?
and what have we done
what do we believed
With you love, we have grown
A new life we must weave
–G A Rosenberg

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Expressio3 by G A Rosenberg (2010)

Surfing Emotional Currents (Redux)

Endlessly fascinating
in a solipsist way
sharing my thoughts with shadows
loving the lives they play
at peace with myself or am I
content to search, knowing
i may never find
elephants definition owing
what part I have grabbed in the blind

still if i don’t trust answers
new questions always occur
i laugh at my endless reasoning
yet will always listen to yours

I hunger for perspectives
A fractal shape i’ve never seen
even if smoke and mirrors
meaning i may glean

and yet at night
I feel lonely, tired, sad
sometimes a bit frustrated
more than a little mad

this emotional tidal current
catches me in its spin
caught up in the torrent
seeking calm within

and so i reach out to
and find you shadows there
you reflections of my being
help me conquer fear

together we travel on
we myriad tricks of light
we particles of existence
illuminating eternal night…

–G A Rosenberg (2010)

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Crossing the Spectral Desert by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – July 2 2012

““The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
― Jim Morrison

I am the rewritten song
taken from a melody
written long ago
adapted for modern times
charged with modern crimes
yet totally my own.

 

I am the movie
based on a book
taken from a legend
told around a long ago campfire
yet still myself
no matter how many changes ensue.
— G A Rosenberg

 

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Contoured Texture Mandala by G A Rosenberg

Old Doggerel and New Vanishing Cat

Moonlight Doggeral

Feeling confusedtalent defused
the full moon’s shining
yet meanings refused

I know that illusion
creates my confusion
that given a reason
I’ll soon find a rhyme

yet given time
a rare gift and fine
Perhaps I can seize
the right words to please

and express my meaning
and find my way home

— G A Rosenberg

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Revenge of Schrodinger’s Cat by G A Rosenberg

A Stranger’s Dream and Your Turn to Drive (Redux)

A Stranger’s Dream – Some doggerel

 

I’ve met the stranger
looking out through my eyes
i  understand
the strenght of his lies

 

He tells me about liberation
He knows the depth of my frustration
My life at a crossroads, he offers the key
I hand him the lock; it turns effortlesly

 

Solitude overtaken and given away
Secret rituals take place inside
my head; returning memories
I can barely abide

 

And yet I heed this stranger’s dream
and dance to the beat of his drum
New rhyms beyond those I’ve known
New obstacles to be overcome

 

My feet now placed upon this path
I can walk it or run away
I make the choice or does it make me?
Perhaps greater purpose holds sway

 

If this way contains love at its root
then with a light heart step I
Holiness, Virtue, Meaningless words
Useless by far to ask why

 

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Your Turn to Drive by G A Rosenberg