Caught Up in The Life Storm


And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
— Haruki Murakami


Sailing from crisis to crisis
I wonder how I survive the rain
yet I’ve come through
and each storm builds my strength.
I’ve seen those
who seem to dissolve
when blown by harsh winds
tho I have leaned to thrive.
Some say “If I make it through this…”
I have no time for ifness
I must survive
for there are those who depend on me
so I’ll walk on scattered and torn
yet constantly ennobled
and will take whatever comes my way
searching for the sun
searching for the moon
and knowing I’ll see them again.
— G A Rosenberg


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The Forest Where the Pieces Lie


“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.
‘I don’t much care where -‘ said Alice.
‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
‘- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long enough.”
― Lewis Carroll


Wandering in a spiritual desert
searching for a destination.
I was told the truth was around here somewhere
tho the signs pointed in all directions.
I started out finding pieces scattered
like tired dreams
yet they shone true as the summer sky
yet like blue sky puzzle pieces
they didn’t seem to fit
so I changed my road
and found still more
so I kept on
grasping for pieces of blue sky truth
and brown mud truth
and angel eyed truth
yet few details emerged.
The big picture eluded me
tho I got hints of its final shape.
Now millions of pieces and
thousands of roads later
I know it still eludes me
I may never get where I’m going
yet this forest will always be my home.
— G A Rosenberg


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Art Reflecting Life – A Story Excerpt


“Lines of writing conjugate with other lines, life lines, lines of luck or misfortune, lines productive of the variation of the line of writing itself, lines that are between the lines of writing.”
— Gilles Delouse & Felix Guattari.


The man sat down and started to write. The scene he was writing was supposed to be a joyous celebratory scene as his characters reunited after being apart for years. Yet his heart was not in it. After the last argument that he had had with his employer and the lack of argument that he had with his partner the joy did not seem to come. So instead of reuniting, his characters ended up walking away in disappointment tho he still had hope he could bring them together some day. He thought that writing about life was so much easier than living it yet both were unpredictable. If his protagonist was to feel real to him then he had to have the capacity to make his own mistakes even if that led to both of them having sleepless nights.
— G A Rosenberg


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