Tag Archives: Love

Jamais Vu

 

“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”

—Chuck Palahniuk

 

I’ve never seen that
look in your eyes
or that colour
Your touch is so new
and so adored
how have I missed that before.
Our bodies explore
each other’s touch
has anything felt so rare?
Your smile, your gasp
music I’ve missed
throughout all my affairs
You are new and different
and to my delight
you seem to feel the same
Each night we meet
for the first time
and for the first time we share
after fifty years of marriage
each other’s premiere.
— G A Rosenberg

 

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Lightning in a Mirrored MatrixLightning in a Mirrored Matrix by G A Rosenberg

 

PisceanPiscean by G A Rosenberg

 

What I Owe My Fears

 

“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke

My fears have given me so much that I will feel forever in their debt. Without my fear I would never know bravery or at least bravado. They have taught me to face them because avoidance of my fears stopped working. They have taught me transformation. When I was able to face my fears, some transformed into smoke and vanished while others transformed into teachers and dancing partners. They have shown me strength by exposing my weakness and love by standing in its way. They have removed my doubts because my doubts have always belonged to them. Most of all they have taught me gratitude in their passing because my fears have always given me so much.
Blessings, G

 

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Gryphon HelmGryphon Helm by G A Rosenberg

 

Nucleus DividingNucleus Dividing by G A Rosenberg

 

In Love With Life

 

Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.
— Jack Kerouac

 

I love life even the rough parts. If anything, it is at the times when things are roughest that I tend to appreciate my life the most. As far as we know and can know its the only game in town. We can change it. We can evolve it yet still we will have rough times. People won’t do what we want them to do. We may not have money. We may be starving and yet we’re alive to experience it all. Either things will get better or they will stay rough yet at this moment, no matter how badly we may be suffering, the fact that we are able to suffer to me is a cause for celebration. If we are a reflection of an eternal being and each life is merely a schoolroom or drama that we put on to experience than we have nothing to fear from death and every hardship is somewhat irrelevant. If this is the only life we have and this is the only expression of my being that will ever exist than I may as well live it to the fullest with the highest highs and lowest lows possible. Either way I’m here and this is what is happening now. This moment will never come again. For well or not, we might as well celebrate it.
Blessings, G

 

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Arachne at the CentreArachne at the Centre by G A Rosenberg

 

Scarlet RaysScarlet Rays by G A Rosenberg

 

Scars

 

“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 HerWaiting For Alice or Someone Like Her by G A Rosenberg

 

A Distant CallingA Distant Calling by G A Rosenberg

An Oft-Told Tale but Changed

 

“Do stories grow? Pretty obviously — anybody who has ever heard a joke being passed on from one person to another knows that they can grow, they can change. Can stories reproduce? Well, yes. Not spontaneously, obviously — they tend to need people as vectors. We are the media in which they reproduce; we are their petri dishes… Stories grow, sometimes they shrink. And they reproduce — they inspire other stories. And, of course, if they do not change, stories die.”
–Neil Gaiman

 

Did you hear the one about the man who tried?
He failed so many times that he thought he’d die
still reached and found the courage somewhere inside
to go on and attempt it again?

 

Did you hear the one of the heart that cared?
It was so tempting to give into their fear
yet still they had enough will to dare
and so met the man halfway

 

What about the one about the two who loved?
Buried so deep but they reached above
Their passion flared up when push came to shove
but they kept on going?

 

We’ll close on the tale of the love that would last
The story of two who pushed past their past
to burn so brightly and yet way too fast
so they learned to reignite

— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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LeonineLeonine by G A Rosenberg

 

Spiralling DownwardsThe Downward Spiral by G A Rosenberg

 

Silence Shared

 

“Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.”
— Frances Hodgson Burnett

 

Wordlessly I take your hand
I rub your back after a hard day
I smile and we hug in silence
words get in the way
I touch your heart
as I stroke your skin
I laugh at your expression of delight
We walk in nature
hand in hand
and watch the sunset
and enjoy the gentle breeze.
I feel the pain of the past
as you cry out in your sleep
and I take it away with my touch
we say more with our faces
and our hands than our tongues ever did.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Freeing HerselfFreeing Herself by G A Rosenberg

 

Energy FlowEnergy Flow by G A Rosenberg

 

Random Thoughts – March 2015 Edition

 

“We all think we know who we are and what we want from life, but when it really comes down to it, I’m not really sure we know anything except that we’re all trying; we’re all surviving; we’re all living.”
— Z.M.

 

“The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counterintuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what’s true.”
— Carl Sagan

 

We can and do create our realities. We cannot create anyone else’s, we can merely influence them. This both gives us responsibility and gives us hints where our responsibility ends.

 

People want desperately to believe in the inhumanity of others. Given a chance many will try to demonize rather than understand and define as evil what they don’t understand or what they don’t like. Evil is seldom the enemy that ignorance is.

 

We all have parts of ourselves that are unlikable. If you are determined to dislike someone figure out what it is about them that you dislike, No one is representative of any group except themselves.

 

Understanding has its good points but there are drawbacks as well. When we truly understand someone it is awfully difficult to hate them. Also to understand someone is to know something of the pain they have felt in their lives. Most of us can barely handle our own.

 

At no time in known recorded history has mankind been so aware of his flaws. I am not sure if this has made us better or rather given us a keener eye for naming the flaws of others.

 

Hope is always better

 

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Sad ForestalSad Forestal by G A Rosenberg

 

Fading Sun TapestryFading Sun Tapestry by G A Rosenberg

 

Love Transformed and Transferred.

 

“Nothing is lost, nothing is created, all is transformed.”
— Antoine Lavoisier

 

You’ve drifted into memory
our love once present
now defined by absence
yet neither it nor
all I’ve learned from
the us that was is lost
I can revisit it
and make it better
with fewer mistakes
that we made
that I made.
Nothing is lost
My anger is transformed to regret
My tears to acceptance
and my love
well that still burns
a memory and definition of home
a collection of mental photographs
of joy I will feel again
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Spider-GuardianSpider Guardian by G A Rosenberg

 

Gateway TransitionGateway Transition by G A Rosenberg

 

Journey Inside Your Landscape

 

“If we opened people up, we’d find landscapes.”
— Agnès Varda

 

Last night I walked through your landscape. It was beautiful. Dark skies with the ocean’s strong current beneath them. Calm mountains majestic in the background and in the distance a wild forest that I long to visit. I long to swim with you in your ocean or perhaps to sail upon your waves in the moonlight. I will climb the mountains of your loneliness and visit you in your hermit’s layer. We will camp under the trees of your green forest and sing songs around the campfire.
Let’s go further. Let’s leave the first vista of your landscape behind and go beyond into the places you don’t show. It would be an eternity gladly spent and then we can explore mine as well until we find the places where they flow together.
Blessings, G

 

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Walking Through the FireWalking Through the Fire by G A Rosenberg

 

Fusion WarpFusion Warp by G A Rosenberg