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Quote of the Day – July 4 201

“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

What weighs us down? From early on my generation was told to ‘get a life’. After many years of wandering, studying what I would, travelling I met the person who fit with me and together we’ve raised kids, pets and hopes. Still every so often I start feeling chained down and that my life is not my own. Even the relatively few demands I have on me feels like too many. Then I realize that it is not my family that weighs me down as much as my attitudes about my family. In reality, they also give me the stability I need to fly.
So much of what weighs us down seems to be our expectations of ourself and what we perceive of as other’s expectations of us (really the two become synonymous when I realize that my biggest expectation of myself is that I don’t disappoint the people I love). If we can let go of those expectations then we will be able to fly free. By this i don’t mean let go of our areas of responsibility. As the old zen master said, “Before, enlightenment we chop wood and carry water, after enlightenment we chop wood and carry water”. When we see our responsibilities as part of the cycle of our life, our wings grow.
Blessings, G

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Night Field Under a Full Moon by G A Rosenberg

Origami Rose by G A Rosenberg

Surfing Emotional Currents (Redux)

Endlessly fascinating
in a solipsist way
sharing my thoughts with shadows
loving the lives they play
at peace with myself or am I
content to search, knowing
i may never find
elephants definition owing
what part I have grabbed in the blind

still if i don’t trust answers
new questions always occur
i laugh at my endless reasoning
yet will always listen to yours

I hunger for perspectives
A fractal shape i’ve never seen
even if smoke and mirrors
meaning i may glean

and yet at night
I feel lonely, tired, sad
sometimes a bit frustrated
more than a little mad

this emotional tidal current
catches me in its spin
caught up in the torrent
seeking calm within

and so i reach out to
and find you shadows there
you reflections of my being
help me conquer fear

together we travel on
we myriad tricks of light
we particles of existence
illuminating eternal night…

–G A Rosenberg (2010)

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Crossing the Spectral Desert by G A Rosenberg

Additional Quote of the Day – July 2 2012

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Madman

I so get this one. Understanding can be a trap for both the comprehender and the understood. When I say I understand you, I usually mean I understand the snapshot, the you or the situation as you are at this space / time. It does not mean that I understand all the yous that ever were or ever shall be. Thus, if you wish to know you are understood you have to present yourself to me as the snapshot and thus you are enslaved.
Thus I seek to always work towards understanding each you in space / time and thus set you free. I may be successful.
Blessings, G

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Fire and Ice by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – July 2 2012

““The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
― Jim Morrison

I am the rewritten song
taken from a melody
written long ago
adapted for modern times
charged with modern crimes
yet totally my own.

 

I am the movie
based on a book
taken from a legend
told around a long ago campfire
yet still myself
no matter how many changes ensue.
— G A Rosenberg

 

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Contoured Texture Mandala by G A Rosenberg

Old Doggerel and New Vanishing Cat

Moonlight Doggeral

Feeling confusedtalent defused
the full moon’s shining
yet meanings refused

I know that illusion
creates my confusion
that given a reason
I’ll soon find a rhyme

yet given time
a rare gift and fine
Perhaps I can seize
the right words to please

and express my meaning
and find my way home

— G A Rosenberg

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Revenge of Schrodinger’s Cat by G A Rosenberg

A Stranger’s Dream and Your Turn to Drive (Redux)

A Stranger’s Dream – Some doggerel

 

I’ve met the stranger
looking out through my eyes
i  understand
the strenght of his lies

 

He tells me about liberation
He knows the depth of my frustration
My life at a crossroads, he offers the key
I hand him the lock; it turns effortlesly

 

Solitude overtaken and given away
Secret rituals take place inside
my head; returning memories
I can barely abide

 

And yet I heed this stranger’s dream
and dance to the beat of his drum
New rhyms beyond those I’ve known
New obstacles to be overcome

 

My feet now placed upon this path
I can walk it or run away
I make the choice or does it make me?
Perhaps greater purpose holds sway

 

If this way contains love at its root
then with a light heart step I
Holiness, Virtue, Meaningless words
Useless by far to ask why

 

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Your Turn to Drive by G A Rosenberg

Scraps Revisited and A Journey Through the Gallery

Scraps

Pieces of the puzzle coming together
Fractal truths form and break apart
only to find new shapes
as reality shifts
Its all a trick of the mind
so that the soul can see
its own reflection
Divine hide and seek so
blind sages can dance naked
with their elephant truths.

 

Thought won’t take me there
tho love can light the path
Understand? Don’t make me laugh
the wheel turns, the naga sings
and we can all join the dance
Ecstatic freedom
in spiritual carnality
openness in all things
Godhead whispering
beckoning grace
calling us to the fields

 

Sometimes it takes too long
in notime
my heart longs
then i hear the music
and the dance continues..

–G A Rosenberg

 

 

Here is a tour through my art gallery (circa 2010) aided by the Beatles. I had been using the ferryman character quite a bit seeing him as a symbol for myself at the time so wanted to put several of my pictures of him together.
It’s funny. It was easy to think of myself as the ferryman transporting other people but now I know I am yet the passenger and perhaps the boat…Luckily there are always friends I’ve found to help me through rough waters

 

Quote of the Day – June 24 2012

“And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don’t know”
— Kansas, Carry On My Wayward Son.

and sometimes my own ignorance screams at me way too loudly and comes thru no matter how much perspective I give.
Knowing without Knowledge
Knowledge without knowing
and the I don’t know cries out very loudly
At least I am not enough of a liar to ever get to
I don’t care…

Morning Glories

We started out to build a garden
Now all we have’s the weeds
you’re growing like a wild flower
and I don’t have the seeds
you’re taking all the sunshine
you’re cutting off my air
Can I have just a drop of water
I cry out in despair

I thought you were an orchid baby
gave you my love to grow
turns out you’re more like morning glories
now I’ve nothing to show
Can we weed our garden please
both have room to expand
I didn’t think i’d need to be transplanted
that wasn’t in my plans
If we both were roses lover
then we’d intertwined
support each other in our journey
it would be both yours and mine
perhaps i never realized
that the garden belonged to you
I need to die or find some sunshine
and start to grow anew.
— G A Rosenberg

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Window by G A Rosenberg

Chaotic Mandala by G A Rosenberg

Road Journeys (Redux)

The Road To ?

 

 

I hear the sound of the open road
It’s calling me to travel
It’s siren call beckoning
as it lies naked spread out before me
entreating me to explore its mysteries
and in doing so
discover myself

 

 

I have always travelled with the road
by thumb, or bus or train
passenger and entertainer
learning the lessons
only to be learned from strangers
Our lives touch briefly
1000 epiphanies gained
in the journey of one afternoon

 

 

You meet spirits on the highway
ghosts and gods
travel with you
giving both advice and warning
I’ve learned the hard way
that its better to listen
The road has a long memory

 

 

I will follow the the music of the road
and dance once more to its gypsy tune
Travel a sacrifice i had to give
and now I must replace
Lifetimes spent rooted
Growing, Seeding
Feeding the fires of others
while mine banked down

 

 

I was born the child of the road
and to it I return
— G A Rosenberg

 

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The Road Ahead by G A Rosenberg (2010)