“”I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.”
— J.D. Salinger
For years I’ve spoken about feeling myself at the crossroads unable to choose a direction yet gaining ever increasing ability to see down each possibility and discover more. Yet crossroads change with time and anyone who has believed that centres have stability have never spent much time observing spiders. More and more I find myself craving direction and so I will let my old crossroads dissolve and learn a new way. Eventually I may find that I need more possibilities again and thus erect a new crossroads wherever I am but now I’ll follow the road to the left and see what lies within the setting sun.
Blessings, G
“Two men looked out from prison bars,
One saw the mud, the other saw stars.”
— Dale Carnegie
Down does’t work for me
spent too much time there
staring at my feet
Morose, lonely, angry
screw that noise.
How about up?
Nah, I’ve had my head in the clouds
smiling benignly at those below
amazing from the outside
rectal cranial inversion
a perversion I don’t want to share
In, Out too lateral
a locked one sided view
I’m working on a new vision
True vision
where down keeps me humble
and up keeps me light
in keeps me honest
and out grounds me right
the left gives me knowledge
and the right gives me hope
The sun shows direction
and the moon sets the dream.
— G A Rosenberg
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”
— Hermann Hesse
I read the above quote and wonder whether it is true for everyone. Are most of us truly that divorced from our true selves (whether we wish to call it our souls or our Holy Guardian Angel or any other choice of metaphor.) I know that there have been times in my life when I have felt the presence of my true self, that part of me that connects to the greater spiritual universe. I also know that having had a taste of it, I have attempted to live my life in such a way that I could connect with it again and as often as possible with some moderate success. Granted this is not easy and so much of life does seem divorced from the touch of that higher being and yet the more I reach it whether through meditation, magick, yoga or creativity the more my life takes on truer hue and colour and the more I abandon those parts of my life where I feel unable to touch it at all. For if my real self does travel elsewhere than that is the direction I wish to travel in myself.
Blessings, G
A Burning Place by G A Rosenberg 
Villain of the Piece by G A Rosenberg 
