Light Up The Grid by G A Rosenberg

Dualistic inversion
Moving to a higher vibration
Light up the grid and feel it work
Beautiful symmetry in 12
as 10 falls by the wayside
Look to and beyond the stars
and find a new way home….
Integration feels simple
tho gaining knowledge takes work…
not so much still learning
as learning to move
and movement through understanding
Since will is free
a path with love is key…
History?
well there’s a lot more of it then there used to be
and farther reaching
the future discusses with the past as we flow…
the stars call and the answer becomes clear
seeking change and finding new paradigms
trading fantasy for a future in space
looking for ways to give
knowing that that’s how to live
serve the universe and not the ego
Now’s the time i find to let go
© 2011 G A Rosenberg

Disjointed thoughts on a Monday Evening

It’ feels so much easier to be real when listening than when talking. Listen closely enough for long enough and people usually tell you either what they want to hear, or what they need to hear.. Then depending on how you (who’s you, ok me), depending on how I feel, I will tell them one or the other, perhaps outright, perhaps in the form of a story (by this time in my life, I’ve stored up enough stories , quotes jokes and songs to fit almost any occasion or situation. I thus acquire a reputation for being a good listener or wise counselor or some such.
Yet, speaking from the heart. Trying to impart something I’ve learned or something I truly feel doesn’t seem quite so easy…For one thing, I find almost everything I “know” to be somewhat suspect…I can usually make a valid argument for other points of view, blame an early education in sophistry or just that i have seen evidence of very few absolutes and even those seem to have exceptions…
I enjoy so much hearing and reading the wisdom and knowledge of others and feel that there may be something for me to impart in return and yet….
What of that would come from me?
The Visual art? Well that I am a bit more sure of…If not heArt from my heart than art that comes through me and at least partly of me.. If not the truth than a creative fiction that becomes part of my story…But what is my true expression?
Someone I know pushed me back on this artistic route by stating that “expression is key” and I have truly found it to be so.. But the key to what? I feel sometimes as if my truth lies behind a rusty lock…The key twists and turns but that behind the lock remains unrevealed….

The Ferryman 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.