About grandfathersky

Husband and father, a career technologist, a poet and a mystic, with a lifelong desire to understand the secrets of the Universe. Trusting the belief of the Age of Pisces, and adding to it knowledge of the truth, as we enter the Age of Aquarius...

Spelling cast


Dreams become us
we will our way
Into the winds
the Way we come to find
the Love we leave
the light we shine
in ancient halls
remembered

Do not fear
for all the signs
as sense has brought
forever
always near
the reason left
recalls the turning
seasons

What was found
beneath the stone
within the clay
now frozen
was understood
the canvas splashed
by color brushed
with Artist hands

Under cover
days defended
with words we spell
untold
feel the storm clouds
fell the oak
and raise this
understanding

Photo “Autumn Path”  by gfs

Agape

What voice is crying

in the wilderness

What song

is there carried

on the wind

Does the grass

thank the sun

for warm summer days

or feel sorrow

for the cold

winter wind

Spring brings joy

Persephone comes

into our hearts

and our home

Children find flowers

Brides their true love

as the light of the world

shines true

Photo: Danube River by gfs using “Waterlogue” app

Casablanca – (We’ll always have Paris)

I kissed you in the morning rain
Dreaming there along the Seine
The city seemed to melt beneath
Our ray of love unending

Walked hand in hand together there
Elysian fields remembered
the Champs-Élysées’ parade of life
filled the daylight with forever

Montmartre’s steps took away our breath
and wrapped in purple twilight
Watched sunset shadows wash the streets
and paint a starry night …

While raising a Chardonnay’s soft bouquet
We toasted the City of Lights
The ages past, to all of France
Her romance, and her sights

Yes, we’ll always have Paris –
like the Seine our mem’ries will flow
Love isn’t always all that we dream
yet always more than we know …

Photo: https://www.timesofisrael.com/real-life-casablanca-story-is-even-more-dramatic-than-the-hollywood-classic/

Paradox of Consciousness 4

How far have we gotten in our self awareness? Are we aware of our awareness – are we conscious of consciousness? This is the debate of nihilists, atheists, agnostics, and the devout for ages of time.

Of course many – and perhaps they are blessed – don’t pause to ask the question, or never pause at all, except when exhaustion takes them, and they (we), literally “fall asleep”. Children do as a routine, and it is truly a blessing, for both parent and child; They are both free to wonder at their world. For the children, where they came from and for the adults, to where they are going.

In this light, the paradox is who is dreaming, child or parent? Are we dreaming when we plan our future, choose the color paint for a bedroom makeover, or a vision quest for our new car with all the right stuff we want in order for it to be perfect. Is our child dreaming when she wakes in tears because her dragon left never to return? The paradox is yes, and no, as It is all conscious awareness in one realm or another.

Realms like reason needs study. It is not an uncommon word, but not all that common either. Not a word, not a place we consider on an average day. We accept, acquiesce to the realm we are born into, the realm we are conscious within. Here we stand (or sleep) unconcerned about place, but often obsessed about having and holding things within it, rarely wondering how those cravings came to be. Acting out alone, or moving in a crowd. Are our lives truly ours?

Why? Why live in a realm and never ask – why here and not there. Why do we believe awake is real and sleep is dreaming. Pause here a moment and wonder why sense and cents sound the same, because in truth they are, both have real value. Step away from sense perception for a time in isolation and we will start to hallucinate. If we experience sensory deprivation for extended periods of time, the hallucinations can lead to physical and mental illnesses – look up Guantanamo enhanced Interrogation.  Most will not consider realms other than the sensory one we experience in daylight, fear at night time. They will sleep, uneasy that their dreams could become nightmares, and yet live out nightmares in the day just as well and just as real.

Realm crossings happen to us all the time; Birth – death, sleep – wake, work – home are the more familiar, more mundane compared to hallucinogenics, or anything mind altering, ecstatic – music, dance, immersive walks in nature. Are we aware of the affects, and are we conscious of our fear of some crossings yet look forward to others.

Do you agree realms exist, and would you be comfortable seeking to know more about their meaning – for realm crossings are a paradox of consciousness we should welcome regardless of source, and put fear aside until we accept our interpretation of the dream, of dreaming. Transitions, even as you look up from this page, you are realm crossing, consciousness changing focus inner to outer, outer to inner – as McLuhan tells us “all time, in a not shall’.

Photo: by GFS – Farmhouse near Saratoga Battlefield, Saratoga, NY

Empty Vessels


Words fall
unearthly
seeming to freeze
feelings
into colors
eyes lost in lies
through ages

the potter’s hands
have shaped
the forms
of thought
empty vessels
known
for what they are

overflowing
(underwhelming)
hollows
filled with sound
shadows
the light has made
while dreaming

Photo “Pompeii Uncovered” by gfs 2017

Waitlessly wondering

Wait-less and wondering
just this ringing
in my ears
Past tense unfolding
you from my hands

I’ve wandered why
did thought hold onto
Temptation and tempers
and tastes left lingering
at the moon rise

Fingers pointing
words remaining
Shadows in silver light
Send shivers up
my spine

Awaking still quaking
within a dream
Left lying
at the gates of hell
Wishing me well

Telling stories of
sometime lost longing
In the heart
of a child lingering
where he cried

As a mothers love
told the stories
Held the hand
of the man he would be
coming

Photo: Maui Sunset over Lana’i by gfs

The Abyss of Choice

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Places in our memories hold
The lines of time within our mind
Leaves and branches bent and blowing
Again into this world to find

This eternal light within us
Hidden in the shrouds we wear
Longs to lift the ever after
Letting go of all the fear

As we melt into the choices
Essence wakes as wills unfold
Echoes always here returning
To the hands and hearts we hold

Enter through the waters falling
What courage leaps to the abyss
As voices fade beyond the yearning
The sun awaits the virgin’s kiss

Photo: Haleakala Mists – Maui, HI by gfs

When yesterday came

There was a story

Told by sages

Of times

And trials

Lost to memory

Written in stone

Broken into

Forgotten sands

Such are the pages

History told

In voices

Long silent

Language unknown

Ears shuttered

Truth is not words

The best evidence

Only found

In the fires

Of mind!

Photo by gfs – Haleakala Sunset, Maui HI