“Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest”
— Rumi
In daylight boundaries are easy to spot. We see signs or post markings that divide what is our territory and what is our neighbours. They also mark clearly areas which are known which for many of us translates to safe versus what is unknown. At night in the darkness it is never quite clear. Signs easily read in the light are missed and lines crossed without realizing. It is easy to lose our way tho that is not necessarily a bad thing.
This extends well beyond the physical. When we are satisfied and walking in sunlight, it is easier to stick with what is familiar and avoid that which is not. Oh we may dip our toes over the line but that is a far cry from immersing ourselves into the unknown. It is when we leave our safe well-lit areas behind us and turn off the blinding light of preconceptions that we can allow ourselves to wander into areas that are not ours and not necessarily safe. However they are the most likely to bring knowledge and awareness that is greater than that which we’ve known before.
Blessings, G
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
The art gallery page for 2015 has been updated on Waking Spirals (http://wakingspirals.me) and now has my art from August.
Please browse through and if you have an interest in purchasing any prints please contact me at rambled@mac.com.
Click on image to go to the 2015 Art Gallery Page:
“I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are. Do not go around asking for honesty in what people think; much of what they perceive as thinking is empty anyway because it’s thought out again and again and comes out refined and muddy. The ones who know how to feel might have to say to you a couple of interesting things or not and when they do that, you ought to know how to listen. So learn how to listen. You can’t make someone open up about their feelings in case they don’t want to. But you can remain open yourself through listening deeply and completely; they might want to talk about the weather and keep it simple — allow them to feel the simplicity…Emotion pours out directly or indirectly each time people engage themselves in the process of genuine interaction.”
— Albert Camus
I cannot reach you with my thoughts
you are so much more reasoned than I
and my tongue gets tied so easily
but my emotions are an endless well
and much more honest
so I’ll push my thoughts aside
and let you see my heart
pulsing with love
shared pain and a yearning
for a day that I have not yet seen
My hope is strong
and if you listen
that is what you will hear.
My need for realization
and my dreams of tomorrows yet to come
— G A Rosenberg
“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.
He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”
― Arthur Rimbaud
My heart speaks silently
tho sometimes it screams
in its search for meaning
for connection
stuck in its babel tower
along with so many others
crying in its own separate tongue
What does it take to understand?
Where is the commonality?
Without arms I reach out
and pull back
If I have fire to share
than what cold embers
shall I encourage to glow?
I have done this before
and watched an inferno develop
I have had these moments
If we can not understand
than we can be together in incomprehension
Connection is Made.
— G A Rosenberg
“The land carves maps onto our bones. Unbidden, we follow them. We are the dangerous territory.”
— C.L. Nolan
Every time we branch off into new areas of thought and study we enter the unknown. It helps to check our preconceptions at the door. This becomes increasingly more difficult as we get older. Yet each new concept demands that we come to it, innocent, stripped of as much of our past connections as possible. This is frightening because so many of us confuse what we think and how we view life as who we are. Yet to approach something new with anything less than total openness is to deny its embrace. There is always time afterwards to compare this new experience with everything that has come before. Indeed it is necessary to do so yet at the moment it is offered to us, we must make the sacrifice. How could we ever truly understand this new pathway without it? If we refuse to encompass new ways of thinking then we stagnate and that is always the easy path.
It is outside our safety zone that we grow. It is only by surrendering the old to the new that we conquer new lands.
Blessings, G
I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.
— John Keats
I sit at the computer and work in this world. Tho in daily routine I go wandering. Sometimes its into the lives of the people I read about and try to know. I am on a highway travelling to a new town. I talk to the driver and we share dreams. I am a refugee searching desperately for a home. I have been refused by so many and walk on. I am teaching young people about being open to new ideas and new people. I make love to men and women as man and woman. Countless lives and worlds I live with countless points of view all while sitting here.
In other dreams, I return to crossroads in my life and take different turns. I live in Europe. I am a successful businessman. I am a musician. I had more kids or I had none. I made different choices. These alternate mes chorus each from their own realm and each with their own triumphs and tragedies.
Then there are the wilder imaginings where I travel to places and planes that exist elsewhere. My mind works differently as does my being yet somehow the spirit remains similar. It is possible to exist in all these worlds yet still this one calls me home.
Blessings, G
Cave Communication by G A Rosenberg 
The Coming Storm by G A Rosenberg 
