A Poetic Metaphor


“Poetry is a journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly the air.”
–Carl Sandburgh


I was once told by a teacher that I reminded him of Sandburgh’s above definition of poetry and this puzzled me for years. On one level I had long ago given up on feeling that there was a place where I belonged and yes I wanted to be everywhere. Once the feeling of home is gone, there is both liberation and terror and sorrow when I realized that I could never go back to where I came from. It had changed to the extent that the feeling of home was gone and I had changed to where I would no longer fit there even if it had stayed frozen and unchanged. I have never been content to stay in one place and when I cannot travel in a physical sense, I travel through imagination into new challenges and new ideas ever trying to reach if not higher than wider. Gradually I understand how what the teacher said applied and eventually I may master all three or perhaps four considering the fire I’ve traveled through to get this far and the further refinement needed to go farther.
Blessings, G


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SplotchesSplotches by G A Rosenberg


Elemental Faces Hidden in Dark Dreams Elemental Faces Hidden in Dark Dreams by G A Rosenberg


Setting Intent : Home


“I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.”
— Langston Hughes


Unstuck by the wind
like a leaf torn from its branch
I have traveled
Through lands, cultures, and idea streams
I’ve gone far.
Anyplace I’ve wanted
I have voyaged to
I have yet to experience coming home.
Home is a word, a concept, an ideal
a reality that states where we belong
yet this journey moves me forward
ever restless, ever learning
ever yearning for that simple
Son now I’m building life, setting purpose
courting angels, courting demons
searching for a friendly heart
If I named a place, I’ve gone there
so I know I’ll find this too
winds up, I’m off once more
heading home.
— G A Rosenberg


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The Broken OracleThe Broken Oracle by G A Rosenberg


Opalesque SunriseOpalesque Sunrise by G A Rosenberg


Shadows of Home Along the Road


““When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator


The road inside lies ever homeward
with shadows of home along the way
Approximations of the final resting place
that may be settled into for a time
yet never fulfilling the heart
Our true home keeps calling
filling the settled self with longing
for the shadow while comforting never satisfies
I will depart the shadows with love for their gifts
and move onward
my bag filled with shadow memories
Along the way I will pass more shades
that my road inward throws up
and my bag will lighten and fill
and then empty again
as my terminus approaches
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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From this Rock I will Watch the Sun RiseFrom This Rock I Will Watch the Sun Rise by G A Rosenberg


Writhing Limb Star MandalaWrithing Limb Star Mandala by G A Rosenberg


Quote of the Day – December 6 2012

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
― Maya Angelou


Finding out where i’m supposed to be
and its here
all of my choices have brought me here
all the battles I have fought
all the teachings I have sought
everything I’ve lost and won
everything I dropped once begun
all my wishes all my prayers
all my sadness all the layers
the liars and soothsayers
all brought me to this place
were really forms of grace
allowing me to face
eternity and that’s here


More and more home becomes a state of mind. One that denotes comfort, love and warmth and familiarity. Sometimes we have to leave this state in order to appreciate it more and sometimes we never find it.  In my life, I have been fortunate to meet a few people who wore their homes like turtles wherever they went. Those people always seemed present in everything they said or did. That inspires me more than I can say. I wish everyone the chance to find their inner home.
Blessings, G

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Goddess of Colours

Goddess of Colours by G A Rosenberg

The Chariot

Tarot Trump VII – The Chariot by G A Rosenberg



Quote of the Day – August 31 2012

“We’re all just walking each other home”
— Ram Dass

I’ve been lost in the woods of my being for so long. I see but do not understand. I have so long ago lost my way that home has become an abstraction. Then I meet someone who describes their home to me and I get it. I now know what home is. I am still lost but now I know that somewhere there is home. I want to go with this person to home but he tells me he cannot. His home is not my home. He leaves and I am devastated. I now know home exists but I cannot go there

She sees me devastated and asks why. I tell her and she ruffles my hair and tells me of her home. Only the home she describes differs greatly from the one the man told me about. Yet they are both home. How can that be? It seems that home can be more than one thing. She tells me that I cannot ago to her home either yet we have walked quite aways. I hug her and thank her. She leaves with a smile

One by one, you all come to me and tell me of your home. Some things sound so nice and I believe that for me they mean home as well. Other parts sound rough and I know that my home can never be like that. I walk with each one and step by step my home creates itself in my being.

Finally someone comes along and says to me “Beautiful home you have there” and I realize with everyone’s help I am home

Blessings, G

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Synoptical Journey Reversed by G A Rosenberg

Forestal by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – February 6 2012

“Home is where one starts from. ”
–T. S. Eliot

I have always found home to be a difficult concept. Not that I come from a particularly unhappy home. For its time in 1960’s and 1970’s United States, I had a fairly typical family life, perhaps more functional and happier than most. Yes my parents were divorced but within seven months they were married to other people.
Due to this restructuring, I moved first from the home I spent my childhood in Connecticut to a new one in New Jersey. A year later we moved again one town over.
This played havoc with my sense of home and for quite awhile I roamed about like a gypsy for the next 3 decades spending anywhere from 3 weeks (my shortest stay) to three and a half years (my longest) with 5 months being about the average.
During this time of instability I felt very rootless. After leaving first my mother’s house (at sixteen) than my father’s (first at seventeen, than at 18) I found pretty quickly that in neither would I ever feel at home again. Not that I was made to feel unwelcome but they were never places I had rooted. It took me many years of searching both internally and externally until I finally gained an idea of what home means, to me at any rate.

Home quite simply means the place I can be centred within myself. Yes, the cliche that home is where the heart is has truth. Except that people tend to look at it in a very two-dimensional sense that it is where you are loved and where you love. In a greater sense tho, I find that home is where I can be loving, I can be centred and I can nurture and be nurtured and finally I feel that I can do this from within myself, my heart centre no matter where I may be located in physical space
I hope to grow to the point where I can do it irrespective of emotional space and mood as well.  Namaste, G

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Circles of Inspiration by G A Rosenberg

Reality Check by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – October 25 2011

“One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.”
–Hermann Hesse

Funny, I found this quote after contemplating the state of home this evening. For I had come to the conclusion that for all my time searching for home, that I have my home and truly I never left. I’ve just never took ownership before… My home travels with me.. On this level i may describe my physical vehicle as my home. I can never be homeless so there may come a day when I need a place to stay. Indeed I can jump down countless rabbit holes and never again have to worry about finding my way home for here I exist. If I go with what Hesse says, than I may be deluding myself, i may only have this sense of being home because of the friendly paths I have intersected with of late.And indeed, between family, online and my relationship with the universe , the paths have been wonderful, lots of love and good feeling in my existence right now and it feels like home. Namaste.

Another rabbit hole beckons
time to jump in..
strange tho,
in the past jumping down a rabbit hole
started a journey that ended with a return home
after a long search
now that home exists within and without
a matter of realization not  distance
there is no returning
I simply am…
–g a rosenberg

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Jewel by G A Rosenberg

Turquoise by G A Rosenberg

Raised Tree Expanding by G A Rosenberg