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Within the Self’s Scars

 

““I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.”
— Jack Kerouac

 

Within this self’s scars
dwells an elemental expression
leading you down
the signs are the usual
“Abandon all ….”
but what I really need to leave behind
is my bullshit
the fears that keep me above the surface
rather than pulling me down down
the only way out is in
individuate understanding
of an acausal pathway
empathic teargas floating on surface wings
pulling me up into a fear thought abandoned
tho my will keeps me heading down
down towards the centre
down towards apotheosis
away from being
into the void within
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Sigil Within the StoneSigil Within the Stone by G A Rosenberg

 

Through Unholy FlamesThrough Flames, Gnosis by G A Rosenberg

 

Paindrops

 

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

 

Hurt me a little
Rain on me paindrops
that won’t melt
under morning’s light
The tears streaming down
for I exposed my soft areas
open to your wit’s knife
and I say “again”
Make me bleed my weakness
Let me love my strength
through its absence
the teardrop of blood
slides softly down my face
leaving a trail
as another gathers in my eye
causing a scattered prism
A painbow in my eyes.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Shadows Outside the BoxShadows Outside the Box by G A Rosenberg

 

Mysterious PathwaysMysterious Pathways by G A Rosenberg

 

Writing the Tale

 

“To some extent, mythology is only the most ancient history and biography. So far from being false or fabulous in the common sense, it contains only enduring and essential truth, the I and you, the here and there, the now and then, being omitted. Either time or rare wisdom writes it. Before printing was discovered, a century was equal to a thousand years. The poet is he who can write some pure mythology to-day without the aid of posterity.”
— Henry David Thoreau

 

Shifting through possibilities of being
learning to open and allow
my real self to emerge
Casting shadows everywhere
especially within
Losing fixed points
I dance to the song I hear
soon the wheel will stop
and the ball click into place
my present identity fixed
The author is revealed
for no one else will
write my story
and no one will be blamed
At any point I can write finis
leave the scene and start anew.
— Gary A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Night of HekateHekate’s Night by G A Rosenberg

 

Interseedinterseed by G A Rosenberg