<h3“One should always be drunk. That's all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
― Charles Baudelaire
So drunk on tonight’s sunset that I can barely order my fingers on the keys. I’m intoxicated on beauty and old song lyrics and the feel of another on my skin. I stagger through the good feeling of doing the right thing. I may not be able to walk a straight line but my heart and compassion remain intact. So drunk without alcohol but on the lessons that the moon whispers and I the poet strain to hear.
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Bound by Preconceptions by G A Rosenberg
Patterned Ghosts By G A Rosenberg
The ferryman has been my most constant teacher. Lately he has been manifesting in my art when I have created something that contains a lesson that I need to learn. He watches, silently and understands everything that comes within his field of vision.
What does a ferryman do? He transports people across the water. He guides the ship through the rough parts deftly missing or sideswiping obstacles in his path.
He’s done that for me a lot of late. As I stand at each crossroads wondering which direction to take he stands with me. He offers neither advice nor suggestion yet somehow I know that he travels with me. I wonder, knowing that water is a symbol of the unconscious, what shoals he sees in my path. He definitely seems to know a lot more about the destination than I do.
I have never seen his face. Even within my dreamscapes, his back is turned. Looking out at what is to come, silently understanding the path of the journey, the rough waters I will have to navigate, the beings I’ll encounter and the lessons I need to learn. If he did turn to me, I do know exactly the face that I would see.