Infinity – 8.1.2016

analemma
Sun Analemma in ancient Delphi, Greece. Photographer Anthony Ayuomamitis Source:National Geographic

You feel it, don’t you?

The way the storms move inside your chest?

Does your skin crawl with every breathe you take?

When did you notice it?

That full heaviness that sets in right in middle of your chest.

It’s new, isn’t it?

You don’t even know where it comes from,

Or when it was that it first appeared.

But it’s the interconnectedness of it all.

The feel of the gravitational pull of the earth.

Pushing you forward, setting you onto your destined course.

An infinite oneness;

A mixture of both

joy and the pain;

fear and the love;

And all because….we are one.

~gg

 

 

 

 

The Game ~ August 1, 2016

Photographer Unknown


You win and you lose.

Choices are given to us,

Like a binary code inside a programmed game,

We choose left or right; yes or a no.

But we are blind, and confused. And all we can do is hope.

Feeling powerless along the way,

We look back and learn from what’s happened to us.

Until we realize we can take our power back,

And learn to play.

~gg

A Sweet Tragedy ~ July 20, 2016


Do you ever wonder why we recreate history ?
What is it that compels us to relive the same situation again with a different person, when we know how things will end?

Is it because we believe that since we have been here before it will hurt less?

Or is it because we are still too arrogant to think we could  change the result?

Too soon one falls in love, and too soon that person finds the woman of his dreams.

Having been here before, does that make one sort of a sweet catalyst for the other person’s discovery of true romantic love?

Is one’s unconditional love simple a gateway to a world the other person never new existed?

With one’s tragedy being that one would lose that other person forever; yet be forever selflessly happy for them?

And still, one would repeat history again if one could.

Even though it desperately hurts.

Just to love them again.

Just to be able to have them in one’s life just one more time.

~gg

The Turning Point ~ July 3, 2016

Every moment is a piece of a large jigsaw puzzle.

Time, although not linear, still places each of these pieces in perfect order.

One piece must first be placed into the jigsaw puzzle so that the other may follow, but the second cannot exist without the first.

The falling away of an old relationship, followed by another, and then another was caused by each new jigsaw piece placed. 

Each new piece once added provided just a little more color and insight as to the new shape commencing to lay out before you.

At first you may not like the shape that appears to be forming.  Each of those small jigsaw pieces may be dark, distasteful, and confusing.

You may not be able to foresee the new shape that’s being created because there are so many pieces of this part of the puzzle still missing. 

Resistant to change, you may see ugliness, and nothing exciting about what has newly transcended.

However, still, and out of curiosity to know what will end up coming out of all this, you choose to continue to place the next piece, and then the next.  

And then there’s that serendipitous moment; that moment that like magic finally arrives. Now you have enough pieces laid out in front of you to be able to finally see that the combination of these has revealed a larger unfounded truth.

Each of these pieces, each of these happenings, and every knew piece of visual knowledge received, was preparing you for something bigger.

The big picture in all these sequential moments resulting in a major push forward. The shape of a large wave swaying you fiercely into a new alignment, for a grandeur, and more purposeful life.

A turning point in your story.

~gg

A Quote by My Son – July 1, 2016

picture taken by me on ny son’s birthday ~ June 2016


“If everyone dies in this world, we will make a new world.”  ~ A.S. Galez, age 7

Eyes wide shut ~ June 26, 2016

You love, but you are running on empty

New eyes that see with disappointment 

Running on empty

Seeing the reality; the ugly truth

Running on empty 

Overvaluing situations 

Running on empty 

Discovering new truths

Running on empty 

Questioning why something you thought was so beautiful no longer is.

Running on empty 

Eyes wide open 

Running on empty

Waking up from a dream that never was.

Running on empty 

And yet with all the emptiness, there’s still hope that the touch of your love left some color in the emptiness.