“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
— John Green
I used to know
that someday I’d be happy
all the problems I had
would be gone
and joy would reign
No matter how bad things got
someday they’d be better
yet I found myself drowning
and crushed by my life
relationships failed me
and I returned the favour
yet still I held onto the dream of
someday
It got to much
and I gave up on someday
That day I needed freedom
That day I needed joy
That day I needed to love myself
I started working on it
and making changes
because the future was too far away
and the dream’s were ashes
I had sunk too low
and lost my dream of someday
Now I know
that happiness is a choice
and freedom is perception
Joy comes from within
as does love
It took a lot of effort
yet the today I’ve made
beats every dream of someday
— G A Rosenberg
“Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?”
— Cecelia Ahern
Frank Herbert said fear was the mind killer and he had a point. Even more tho, fear is a dream killer. How many more of our dreams would become reality if not for fear. We fear that we are powerless and become disempowered to realize our dreams. We may fear the consequences of accomplishing our dreams and that too leaves them still born. We wrap up our dreams in our fears and hide them both away. In order to have any chance of our dreams becoming real, we have to first unwrap our fears and face them head on. At the very least we have to acknowledge them and let them out. Only then do we have a chance of freeing our dreams and possibly seeing them through as well.
Blessings, G
“Gather out of star-dust,
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust,
Not for sale.”
― Langston Hughes
I wish you dreams no one could hope to touch
except to aid fulfilment
I wish you beautiful visions
and appreciation of new landscapes.
May you find greater balance and peace
than you have felt before
and May love always find you
whether or not you have searched.
— G A Rosenberg
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
“We might say that the dream transforms the dreamer; that it possesses the ability to ‘initiate’, to bestow new meaning, to motivate new beginnings (Latin: initium – beginning), to permit our entrance (literally ‘en-trance’; Latin: inire init – to go in) to new orders of relation between ourselves and the ‘other’.”
— Andrew D. Chumbley
Dreams echo in the waking breath
and then ebb away
to distant shore’s calling
their transformations
internal and eternal
felt but unexpressed
in the morning light
except in subtle hints.
Once more I play the fool
in daily routines
as I pretend to a normalcy
beyond my reach.
yet in the evening
I create the flow
and the images arrive
through mouse and screen
and my own inner reveries
The tide has returned
and the dreaming begins again.
— G A Rosenberg
Power is in tearing [the] human mind to pieces and putting [it] together again in new shapes of your own choosing.”
— George Orwell
Distortions in the field
Demons, Angels, gods and men
elemental beings streaming
in and out like breaths
choose an aspect for the moment
and move on
blood roses and wine
drink the dark communion
and the light
which is more filling
fulfilling?
Equations in the offering
divide a sunset over
seven rainbows
and solve for starlight
Book pages and characters
their roles played out
on ever dissolving stages.
Movement in the corner of my eye
animals, gryphons, manticores
sad puppies fighting for the
bones of my remains
sexual ecstasy in every corner
bodies surrendering and taking
what pleasure they can
joyful universe at play
dark imaginings in sleep
and who can tell the difference?
— G A Rosenberg
“Write a little every day, without hope, without despair.”
— Isak Dinesen
Hope is easy. We all dream of what we may accomplish one day or what we would like to have in our lives that may not be there as yet. Yet hope is just a vision. We have to be willing to work to make the hopes happen or at least to provide space in our lives for their fulfilment. All too often we become so busy hoping for things to get better that we forget to do anything else.
When our hopes don’t become immediately gratified or when they get dashed too many times, it is all too easy to give way to despair. We fear that our dreams will never come true and that things will stay as they are without improvement. That too is an illusion for change is a constant and things (or at least how we feel about them) will improve and worsen in their cycle. Yet when despair has us by the neck it becomes all too easy to give up on life and spend our time wallowing in it.
If we could give up on both hope and despair then we can actually live our lives, doing what we can to improve them or other things that oft if they are interesting enough keep us too busy to either aimlessly hope or mindlessly despair. Who knows maybe without the emotional roller coaster that these two horses take us on, we can actually start making our dreams come true.
Blessings, G
“We can have any kind of world we choose we just have to take our power back”
— Ron Adams
“If enough of us dream, if a bare thousand of us dream, we can change the world. We can dream it anew! A world in which no cat suffers from the malice of humans. In which no cats are killed by human caprice. A world that we rule.”
–Neil Gaiman
In Neil Gaiman’s Sandman story “A Dream of a Thousand Cats”, a legend is told of how cats were once giant beings whom humans served until a thousand humans dreamed the world as it is and caused it to change. In the story, a visionary cat travels the world meeting with other cats to try to get a thousand of them together to dream the world anew. One cat scoffed and suggested how difficult it would be to get a thousand cats to do anything together much less dream.
I believe that a thousand dreamers can remake the world. We don’t have to take our power back, it is ours inherently. The problem is that each of us have a different idea of what the world they want to live in looks like. In some cases there is a strong resemblance, in others it is vastly different. Some of us want peace, others want power and still others can only feel secure if they can control what people in other countries do. Social justice is another area that people disagree about. Everybody wants their idea of social justice and the ideas of what that is differ greatly.
I believe if we can get enough people to agree upon the dream, we can make it a reality. Getting people to agree tho can be as difficult as herding cats.
Blessings, G
Vitruvian Apotheosis by G A Rosenberg 
Star Beast by G A Rosenberg 
Stellar Distortion by G A Rosenberg 
