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Scraps Revisited and A Journey Through the Gallery


Pieces of the puzzle coming together
Fractal truths form and break apart
only to find new shapes
as reality shifts
Its all a trick of the mind
so that the soul can see
its own reflection
Divine hide and seek so
blind sages can dance naked
with their elephant truths.


Thought won’t take me there
tho love can light the path
Understand? Don’t make me laugh
the wheel turns, the naga sings
and we can all join the dance
Ecstatic freedom
in spiritual carnality
openness in all things
Godhead whispering
beckoning grace
calling us to the fields


Sometimes it takes too long
in notime
my heart longs
then i hear the music
and the dance continues..

–G A Rosenberg



Here is a tour through my art gallery (circa 2010) aided by the Beatles. I had been using the ferryman character quite a bit seeing him as a symbol for myself at the time so wanted to put several of my pictures of him together.
It’s funny. It was easy to think of myself as the ferryman transporting other people but now I know I am yet the passenger and perhaps the boat…Luckily there are always friends I’ve found to help me through rough waters


Quote of the Day – June 24 2012

“And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don’t know”
— Kansas, Carry On My Wayward Son.

and sometimes my own ignorance screams at me way too loudly and comes thru no matter how much perspective I give.
Knowing without Knowledge
Knowledge without knowing
and the I don’t know cries out very loudly
At least I am not enough of a liar to ever get to
I don’t care…

Morning Glories

We started out to build a garden
Now all we have’s the weeds
you’re growing like a wild flower
and I don’t have the seeds
you’re taking all the sunshine
you’re cutting off my air
Can I have just a drop of water
I cry out in despair

I thought you were an orchid baby
gave you my love to grow
turns out you’re more like morning glories
now I’ve nothing to show
Can we weed our garden please
both have room to expand
I didn’t think i’d need to be transplanted
that wasn’t in my plans
If we both were roses lover
then we’d intertwined
support each other in our journey
it would be both yours and mine
perhaps i never realized
that the garden belonged to you
I need to die or find some sunshine
and start to grow anew.
— G A Rosenberg

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Window by G A Rosenberg

Chaotic Mandala by G A Rosenberg

Road Journeys (Redux)

The Road To ?



I hear the sound of the open road
It’s calling me to travel
It’s siren call beckoning
as it lies naked spread out before me
entreating me to explore its mysteries
and in doing so
discover myself



I have always travelled with the road
by thumb, or bus or train
passenger and entertainer
learning the lessons
only to be learned from strangers
Our lives touch briefly
1000 epiphanies gained
in the journey of one afternoon



You meet spirits on the highway
ghosts and gods
travel with you
giving both advice and warning
I’ve learned the hard way
that its better to listen
The road has a long memory



I will follow the the music of the road
and dance once more to its gypsy tune
Travel a sacrifice i had to give
and now I must replace
Lifetimes spent rooted
Growing, Seeding
Feeding the fires of others
while mine banked down



I was born the child of the road
and to it I return
— G A Rosenberg


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The Road Ahead by G A Rosenberg (2010)

Quote of the Day – June 19 2012

“People get into a heavy-duty sin and guilt trip, feeling that if things are going wrong, that means that they did something bad and they are being punished. That’s not the idea at all. The idea of karma is that you continually get the teachings that you need to open your heart. To the degree that you didn’t understand in the past how to stop protecting your soft spot, how to stop armoring your heart, you’re given this gift of teachings in the form of your life, to give you everything you need to open further.”
― Pema Chödrön

Wow odd feeling of heaviness tonight. The quote is apt for I feel I should repent of something but not sure of what. Odd tho this shall pass also. The witness as always watches behind the scenes and we shall see where the next steps will take me.  Perhaps there is a need to pull back for a few days and see what may come of it

I’m rather fond of the pictue I did this evening of the girl and the tiger on the beach.  I love the beach at night especially with a campfire. Truly the meeting of the four elements.

Blessings, G

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Nightime Idyll by G A Rosenberg
Night Mandala by G A Rosenberg

Behind Her Eyes — Redux

Behind her eyes
I see the fire
Inspiration and intense heat
Cleanse my imagination
and temper my weary spirit
Burn away lost answers
to expose meaning
Burn away meanings
to expose all.

Behind her eyes
I hear water
life-giving endless oceans
accept my aching thirst
and sustain my being
to swim in her depths
is to be lost
yet to float
is to be reborn



Behind her eyes
I feel the air
Buoyant uplifting currents
teach me flight
and awaken my vision
My journey within her
is limitless
My journey without her
could not exist



Behind her eyes
I taste the earth
Beautiful succulent plants
feed my soul
and nourish my heart
I grow content
to tend her fields
I grow inspired
to transcend



Behind her eyes
I find the night
Fiery consuming suns
dissolve my being
and leave only bliss
With her I am nothing
With her I am all…

— G A Rosenberg



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Behind Her Eyes by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – June 17 2012

“Art can be worship and Service.
The Incandescent core of our soul.
A glowing God’s eye,
Infinitely aware of the beauty of creation,
Is interlocked with a network of souls,
Part of one vast group soul.”
–Alex Grey


Searching for Wisdom
I examine my soul’s depths
I come up empty


Meditation brings me
Balance and new awareness
A flower opens


An end to searching
The universe lives and breaths
within my vision


Birds fly overhead
universe breathes within them
I am not alone


A bit of Haiku structure for a night when I need my being jogged. It seems to be for me anyway more of a weekend of being rather than communication. Words seem to be coaxed out only by rhythm tho awareness seems high.
Blessings, G

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Look at that Bodhi by G A Rosenberg

A Flight of Fractal Birds by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – June 16 2012

“Normally, we do not so much look at things as overlook them.”
–Zen quote by Alan Watts

Fishing in a Zen garden. I feel comfortable with the metaphor. Our witness sitting with its fishing pole allowing whatever we do or see to flow past knowing that what will land on the hook is what is needed for growth, for balance and for evolution.


So often, I put such importance on my day to day stuff. I worry about how something may or may not turn out either through my effort or lack of it. So much matters. Since it matters, it weighs down each moment and I forget that the matter has accrued in this here and now. In the here and now one week in the future, things that matter now will matter a whole lot less and five years from now probably won’t matter at all.

The fisherman still sits at his fishing hole fishing. Whatever comes by will. If it jumps on his line then it does. The witness smiles…

Blessings, G

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Fishing in a Zen Garden by G A Rosenberg

Amethyst by G A Rosenberg

Johnny Wisdomseed (Redux)

Long have I wandered
with this sack of seeds
gathered over lifetimes
Longer still shall I continue
searching for fertile ground
in which to plant.
Occasionally I stop to
entertain a questioning mind
or overturn a cherished notion
that has run its course
I joke, I challenge, I plant a seed
staying just long enough
to see it take root.



Other times I cast seeds to the wind,
A poem left in a bar
A  Chalk picture on sidewalk
A story written in spiderwebs
or interwebs
With each of these
I send a prayer
that they will land
and spread and grow
providing sustenance for many



Not every seed will thrive
nor every thought take hold
neither life nor wisdom provide that certainty
nor is every seed viable



Still I travel
with song and with seed
until I stop.
When that day comes
scatter me on the wind
Another idea
floating on the breeze
–G A Rosenberg


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A Different Paradigm by G A Rosenberg