Posts tagged ‘Hermann Hesse’

Point of Surrender — Some Frustration Doggerel


“What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.”
― Hermann Hesse


Looking too hard for answers.
Lost in the trees
with no forest in sight.
Trying to hard for achievement
looking to make myself right.
I waste so much time on becoming
that I forget just how to be.
Losing myself in the seeking
Could I find myself in the me
Letting it all go
Letting it all flow
Hitting that zero sport
Untying the frayed knot
Throwing my hands up in the air
Caring so much that I don’t care
Reaching that point of surrender
My spirt now can be rendered
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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re-openingRe: Opening by G A Rosenberg


StreamingStreaming by G A Rosenberg


Restlessness and Recycled Art


“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun’s melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”
― Hermann Hesse


Restless visions
of places only imagined
take me away
from the meaningless drama around me.
So much matter and so little matters
yet others seem to live for drama
I live for explorations
trying to scrape meaning
from the pieces scattered across
lines a thousand miles across.
Is there meaning in your body next to mine
or in the stars
or in the places you dare not go?
Words seem to echo
drops in the silence well
yet my restless soul moves on,
— G A Rosenberg

Blessings, G


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Night in the Bamboo ForestNight in the Bamboo Forest by G A Rosenberg


ForestalForestal by G A Rosenberg


A Rumpled Alchemist


“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.”
― Hermann Hesse


I take the dross of pain and joy
I plan to weave tonight
Decomposing experience
putrefying by the wayside
waiting to see what may arise
out of the decay
I weave the remains
a golden thread
in which I shall cloak myself
with understanding
as compassion is born
for those whom it may fit.
Each night I weave
yearning for something pure
yet they still can’t guess my name.
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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RestartRestart by G A Rosenberg


Awaiting the Wish (Redux)Awaiting the Wish (Redux) by G A Rosenberg




“Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross.”
― Hermann Hesse


Aleister Crowley in the Book of the Law said it. “Every man and every woman is a star.” Among other things this means to me that we are each unique and capable of expressing something that no one else can express. Oh our energy may incarnate in other times and other places but in this time, in this place with this energy we are unique. What is it that we are meant to express? Most of us spend our lives working at discovering this. Eventually we catch on to the fact that whether or not we do it consciously, whether or not we do it well, we are always expressing our uniqueness. Oh it is easy especially in this 21st century here-now to pretend to be someone or something other but ultimately we become ourselves. Our masks slip away. I don’t know that I would have it any other way.
Blessings, G


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Fiery VisageFiery Visage by G A Rosenberg


Guardian AmuletGuardian Amnulet by G A Rosenberg


Why So Serious?


“You should not take old people who are already dead seriously. It does them injustice. We immortals do not like things to be taken seriously. We like joking. Seriousness, young man, is an accident of time. It consists, I don’t mind telling you in confidence, in putting too high a value on time. I, too, once put too high a value on time. For that reason I wished to be a hundred years old. In eternity, however, there is no time, you see. Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.”
— Hermann Hesse


In the pool of eternity laughter echoes. Oh the humour may be slightly black and the joke is often on us. We are quite comical you know. A given moment of rudeness from a stranger can ruin a day or a week for us. From the long view it is inconsequential but the majority of us must look like either beasts raging for no reason over things that a few time ticks later won’t matter at all. Still by that time we will find something else to unleash our Daffy Duck tempers against, equally as inconsequential. From the longview even things fairly major that might cause months of depression must seem like small potatoes. After all ten years down the road, chances are our lives look totally different where joy exists and yet we get so stuck in our present woes. Would that we could gain either the eternal view of our dramatic moments from outside time or even more the view from outside space where we can see our situation in relation to others who have it much worse. Those others always exist somewhere in space, somewhere in time.
Blessings, G


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Benediction From Another MythosBenediction From Another Mythos by G A Rosenberg


Appearing From the PatternAppearing Within the Pattern by G A Rosenberg


Kaleidoscopic Phoenix


” Who would be born must first destroy a world.”
—Hermann Hesse


I choose a new world of being and leave the old one in flames.The old me died of realized misconceptions and took his world with him. What is a world but an outlook, a way of seeing that crystallizes around belief and cracks when the belief changes. No world I’m in ever stays around too long for I was fostered by the phoenix and the flame will never die.
Blessings, G


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Amid a Storm of ColourAmid a Storm of Colour by G A Rosenberg


A Song of the GladeA Song of the Glade by G A Rosenberg




“Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else … Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.”
— Hermann Hesse


Wisdom is an elusive thing at best. It is not something that time gives you (would that it were). There are people of all ages who still insist on being grounded in their own unrecognized ignorance. It’s not something that can be given at all tho it is something that can accumulate around one. Wisdom is not a constant, often there are those who are wise in somethings at sometimes and foolish in others. The most important thing about wisdom that I’ve learned is that it is not something that anyone can claim for themselves, it is something that only another or others can recognize. I have an inherent mistrust of anyone who calls themselves wise. Tho I do believe we can often find wisdom in the words of another,even if the words are spoken by a fool.
Blessings, G


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ReckoningReckoning by G A Rosenberg


Wheels and SurrealsWheels and Surreals by G A Rosenberg