Allowing Joy


I have a fascination for how quickly people seek to suck the joy and celebratory spirit from others. They justify it through some cause or another as if in competition to see who can take life more seriously.”
– Randall Wolfe


I find it puzzling. Last week the United States Supreme Court made a ruling that recognized gay marriage throughout the country. People celebrated in many ways. After all, for many of them this represented recognition of their lives and their loves that they had previously not had. Many tho while not opposed to the ruling reacted in a way that saddened me a bit. They went on social media decrying the celebration because they disagreed with the idea of government sanctioned marriage. While I saw their point part of me was wondering why they would wish to quell another’s happiness.
Since then I have noticed that this phenomenon extends to almost every form of celebration. We shouldn’t celebrate the Fourth of July because the people of the United States are far from free and independent. We shouldn’t celebrate a new relationship because it might end in pain and celebration. How dare you honour THOSE people, look at what they’ve done?
Don’t get me wrong. Causes are important and their is a lot wrong with the world. People should seek to fight injustice and leave the planet just a bit better than they found it. Yet at the same time, very little gets accomplished by being joyless. If there is something that we enjoy that brings us pleasure, let’s do it. If it means close time with family and friends even more so.It is not paradoxical to fight the evils at the world while taking the pleasure and joy that we can. Taking it from others seems to be a crime in itself.
Blessings, G


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The HostThe Host by G A Rosenberg


Gods and MonstersGods and Monsters by G A Rosenberg


Buffeted by Cosmic Winds (Redux)


A Strange wind’s blowing
lifting through darkness a heart
that has felt too much


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Buffetted by Cosmic Winds (Redux)Buffeted by Cosmic Winds by G A Rosenberg


Seeing Different Realities


“The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”
— Henry David Thoreau


Looking at public reaction to the news of the last few weeks has been fascinating. Never has it been more obvious that there is more than one reality. Was the United States Supreme Court’s decision on gay marriage a strike for equality and an affirmation that gay people matter or was it a redefinition of marriage that will make Jehovah and Jesus very cross and cause the foundation of society as we know it to end? Having lived in Canada for the last 10 years I would tend towards the former view but I have my reality tunnels too. This is but one example.
Is the discrediting and removal of the confederate flag a blow against a symbol of slavery and degradation or was it a removal of a symbol that stood against oppression? Were people who celebrated gay marriage buying into a government institution that was meaningless or was it celebrating a hard-fought battle? Who’s reality wins and how do we reconcile it? What do we see and what lens are we looking at it with?
Is it possible for the sake of understanding to allow ourselves to see what another sees even if it contradicts our own viewpoint? I believe so and I have proved it to myself in a number of ways. It sometimes means that one has to give up investment in one’s own outlook to do it. This doesn’t necessarily mean changing our point of view as much as loosening it a bit to see how another reality can fit. This makes it a bit easier to not dismiss those who hold opposing viewpoints. It is possible to both understand and disagree with someone. It just takes work. Could that be merely what I see?
Blessings, G


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Seed of ContemplationSeed of Contemplation by G A Rosenberg


The Calling of the MoonsThe Calling of the Moons by G A Rosenberg


Observing the Wonders


“Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.”
― Kahlil Gibran


The air still moves
without my words
The stars and moon
shine above me
with kittens playing
in the moonbeams
There are flowers
and people feeling
I might feel sorrow
or anger yet
before the thousand
wonders of any moment
my feelings
are silenced.
Would that I could hold the awe
and hold the moment
and hold my feelings
yet in the next moment
things will resume
until the next time
the moment catches me
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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Echo ChamberEcho Chamber by G A Rosenberg


The Flame Still BurnsThe Spirit Still Burns by G A Rosenberg


Memories of Those Who Went Before (Redux)


Our Ancestors guide
us through the tough times we’re told
I’ve had visions’ grace


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Memories of Those Who Went Before (Redux)Memories of Those Who Went Before by G A Rosenberg


Dancing Through the Storm


“You can dance in the storm. Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now; this very moment.”
― Israelmore Ayivor


The winds howl fiercely
and the water pours
droplets trickle down me
as I take my first steps
hesitantly, I pull forward and turn
The lightning flashes
and I leap
The mood is dramatic
yet still I am restrained
A battle between fear and lust
of the excitement
with just an element
of finding my place
I start spinning
The sky opens
The thunder cracks and I grow bolder
with leaps and falls that
the night itself envies
I dance the storm
in all its wonder
and will make it through the rain
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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Night Storm ReadingNight Storm Reading by G A Rosenberg


Entering the DreamEntering the Dream by G A Rosenberg


Varieties of Longing and a Guest Poet


“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”
― Cornelia Funke


Tonight I have a guest poet on the blog, a friend of mine James Adams. His poems are rather amazing and I may feature them again from time to time




The die has been cast
The snake eyes searching
Drawing Me In
Staring into my depth
Ancient lady of the well
Dwelling In the realm
Of danger and its mysterious reward
Damning the foolish
To the land of the blind
I stake my ghost
And take my turn at chance
Climbing her scales
The acrobat of coiling minds sight
The juggler of fate
Balanced upon the back
Of undulating dream
Time is friend
Giving life to experience and birthing my inevitable end
Still she calls and I heed
My wounds are my pride
As I battle with an analog sword
and an Indomitable stride
I chase the phantasmic
Creations of self-made enemies
Designed to attack with a purpose
A challenge
and a cheat
A wave and twist
Her sweet ratio shape
Fibonacci paths
And dark möbius strip
Mother Goddess
Lovely hypnotic sighs
Empress with a domain of
Soft curve of hip
Hot and cold her caresses
Loves gentle despise
Life and death the raison dete
Dealing In the game of knowledge and its deadly price
My sacrifice
Holy altar to make me sanctified In flesh
Wild vistas of Inner minds sight
Continuing I fall
Traversing her land
Far the stars and gate wide
To enter Inside
Now whole
Journey aside
The ending Is my heaven
The great serpentine prize
To perish with abandon
In those Luciferous green Lovers eyes
– James Adams


Blessings, G


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To See a Darker SunTo See a Darker Sun by G A Rosenberg


Wolf Shadows and BlueWolf Shadows and Blue by G A Rosenberg



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