Stars Fall and Rise

“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.”
— Victor Hugo

Watching stars fall
burning through the sky
extinguished dreams and hope
burned out years before
yet the sky remains undiminished
Infinite light amidst the darkness
for as stars fall in their cycle
they rise as well
in new arrangement.
My star self may someday burn
extinguished in its spot
through darkness tho a new light shines
life’s flame continuing.
— G A Rosenberg

Yesterday the first proof deck of the Waking Spirals. To hold the deck in my hands was and is an amazing experience. Oh there were corrections to be made but the simple material existence of something that I have created and only yet seen on screen is amazing!!! Pretty soon I will be able to announce the availability of the deck (and book) for sale. Keep watching 🙂
Blessings, G

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Watching in SpaceWatching in Space (Nibiru) by G A Rosenberg
Within an Electric WebWithin An Electric Web by G A Rosenberg

Slowly Born


“No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


In each moment we are reborn to the person we will become. Both child and midwife, father and mother as every moment before inseminates our awareness of our future being. If its so that As above, so below, than the universe itself is eternally being born. Since each moment leads from the one before, tho we may be strange to ourselves (and definitely to others) we are never as strange as we may believe. What truly matters is being who we are at any given time for that is most becoming.
Blessings, G


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Hidden LaddersHidden Ladders by G A Rosenberg


Penetration Through the LevelsPenetration Through the Levels by G A Rosenberg


Born Enough


“we can never be born enough.”
― ee Cummings


It’s E E Cummings birthday and he wrote so much mind blowing poetry that influenced me over the years that finding just the right quote by him for the blog tonight was a bit of a chore. It was tempting to use ““most people are perfectly afraid of silence”
and nothing else in the entry but that felt like cheating somehow. Instead I used this quote about being born enough. I’ve written about this before about each moment bringing us the chance to recreate ourselves anew and each moment being a new birth. It is the ultimate in taking responsibility and might not be for all. However the alternative. “Oh that was enough birth for me. I will never need anything new or different in my life again.” I couldn’t imagine saying that at 90 or 100 never mind now. With each moment a rebirth and with each day a new beginning.
Blessings, G


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Fractal HarliquinadeFractal Harlequinade by G A Rosenberg


No Ordinary MomentsNo Ordinary Moments by G A Rosenberg


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Quote of the Day – July 7 2012

“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

When we make a choice to recreate ourselves, how do we do it? How do we identify ourselves? More specifically who do we identify ourselves with and how much of who we are do we allow to be submerged within the framework of this group or identification?
When i was seventeen and had a brief sojourn with a religious group, I tried to make myself over into a mold of a perfect member of the group. I would pray the way a member of the group was supposed to pray, eat what they ate, fundraise in the way they fundraised, sleep etc. I did my best (rather unsuccessfully) to subsume myself within the group. I believed or tried to make myself believe that being a member of this group made me better than everyone else. I put the cult’s interest above all others including my own.
Gradually I left the cult. I found too much cognitive dissonance creeping in and my own individuality started to emerge and I left. My mother had called it correctly when she pointed out that when I was there I wasn’t writing. “As soon as he starts writing poetry again, he’ll come home soon after.” Indeed I left within forty-eight hours of writing my first poem since i had come there. The lady knew here children.
What makes us need to define ourselves in terms of other people? What groups do we identify ourselves with? What happens when we start to feel that our group is so special either because of things people belonging to the group have done or because of the way our group was treated in the past that it deserves preferential treatment? What happens if we lose sight of the fact that our group is just one part of a greater whole, a collective of being?
I have lots of questions around this area these days and wish to explore it further.
Blessings, G


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Falling Towards the Light by G A Rosenberg

Eyeful Spirals by G A Rosenberg