Friday, December 21, 2012

Welcome to my new Blog

Its been a long road to this day 21,12,12 , the launch of this project. I am proud that I kept my vision and saw it through all the trials and joys and doubts and triumphs along the way.Thats is no joke!!!!! I am so grateful to the musicians, producer, web designer, photographers, visual artists and mentors who were the perfect team to have with me on this journey. Please read all the credits on the site to know who all these amazing artists are. Thank you dear friends and family for your support and thanks to you all out there for visiting my new website. I hope you enjoy this art and music. We can offer it, but you are the ones who make it part of your life. There are more stories to come. I will leave you with this holiday wish.

May you be showered with blessings from majestic trees and benevolent skies.

All the best
Robin

For those of you who want to read more, here is a poem I wrote last year :


I Am Grateful for the Souls Who Walked Through the Fire to Find Their Grace

To those who stayed on charred landscape with
ash on their face
Sifting through bones to make soup
Pointing the way though mute

I am grateful for the heart's expansion
For dry grass that stayed standing
For the tree in the fence
So grateful for the passion
And the worlds it creates

Feed me your story
Of your time in the tunnel
Show me
The path that you dug to get out
Show me the shape of your shovel
Was it diamond or spade or tooth and nail?
Show me the rage that drove you
and the dreams of your youth
show me the great returning
of your child's clear truth

The heart is not complicated
Though the path is unclear
Show me the dress you were wearing
Show me the weave of your cloth
Show me the places
Of your tearing
That flounce when you walk

Show me the time you spent staring
At things beyond your grasp
internally preparing
simply to ask

I stepped off the carousel
So used to the spin
The pie cut too thin

Do you remember the park
Of our sharing and the
Dreams left within?

The songs were unspoken
The words were unsung
The voice felt broken
The thread undone

But the silent
Were weaving
Their prayers to the sky
The cycle is returning
Bearing fruit in our
Pie

We've always
Been hungry
We've always been full
We've always been empty
While spinning the wool

You picked up my leaf and
Made it into a tree
Just by bearing witness
To the witness
In me

By Robin Gorn

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Robin, it's Nat. We knew each other long ago. I am a big fan of your poetry.

I have checked out your website every so often over the years to read your words and listen to your music and silently connect to you and to another time when we knew each other.

Congrats on your new site and creations and the best of luck to you!

Anonymous said...

Hey Nat
Nice thank you for sharing those kind words. Much appreciated
Robin




Anonymous said...

I would like to why you're up at 5:00 in the blessed AM writing poetry. - Richard