we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -

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My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Friday, February 19, 2010

the sand traveler...


his face etched 
by the winds of time
like the pyramids 
that were his home
determination sculpted
by the sifting sands
like the giant sphinx
standing guard in the desert
his skin colored copper 
by the tides of the red sea
the sands and sea
that bore him on his journey
this journey of eons
this journey through time
through space
other lives
searching seeking 
through space and time
and time had taken its toll
piercing his flesh with its passage

burning into it the uncharted map of his life
space becoming his tent called home
walking under the harsh glare of the sun 
soaring over the moon and 
sleeping under the stars 
on his wayward travels
his heart beating in rhythm 
to the memory of clanking camel bells
a heart fertile still as the nile delta
a heart crimson filled 
with the blood of ancestors
but a heart with a missing piece
and it was for this missing piece 
of his soul that he continued 
to search to travel
that bound him to never forsake
desolation his only companion 
as on he trekked ‘cross sinuous serpentine shapes
his long hair and head cloth 
his body’s only armor against 
the scorching solitude of his journey
and so it was that his hard lean body 
with its crimson heart 
yearned and ached 
for that which was missing 
which had always been missing 
from his life and all the other lives
in space and time
until one day in a single moment 
where time itself stood still and
space no longer spun round
this noble traveler collided 
with a force so powerful 
as to render him to his knees 
on the burning desert floor of life
a force so powerful as to shake him to his core
ramming its way into 
the deepest crevices of his soul
copper caverns long forgot

a force omnipotent
yet a force he feared not
there was a familiarity to this force
a sense of familiarity that transcended
transcended space transcended time
gripped in the fierce beauty of this 
familiar stranger 
his heart with the missing piece 
began to pulsate to push to thrust outward
further outward till at last 
it was whole again
whole again and fiercely beating
beating in rhythms rampant with life anew
a new life
and with his heart made whole 
so too were his other senses
senses long seared shut by 
life time after life time of searching
but senses now no longer dulled
in this instant of newly found wholeness
there came to this noble traveler
a sound almost silent
almost imperceptible
but a sound nevertheless
a whisper
a soft velvet smooth whisper
that slipped gently 
through his ears and 
down down into his blooming heart
caressing the scarlet vessel...

shhhhh.....
you have found me...

20 comments:

Cole said...

Very nice Jenean! You really have a way of wrapping such imagery around words. I love this. Alchemist inspired?

veredit said...

Oh, that's absolutely wonderful, this journey, this quest and at the end of hope. A fantastic text, so great to read him, to dive with your wonderful words in this strange world. Thank you ... I am charmed and delighted.

Ich umarme Dich liebe Jenean,

isabella

The Abbot said...

The Wandering Nomad. .I like this one Jenean.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much, cole - actually, inspired by my own little vision i've had for many moons of having wandered the desert myself - then a while back i found this sargent bedouin and here was the perfect face for my sand traveler!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

isabella - your kind words are truly appreciated - i am so happy you like this little story of my sand traveler - and you must know that is exactly how i feel about your magnificent work!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much, trevor! i think we are all travelers, nomads, gypsies - of a sort - and so i relate to the sand traveler in many ways! thanks again!

Susan Deborah said...

I liked the weathered look on his face. Was imagining him reading those lines. Splendid.

Joy always,
Susan

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love this one! Now I understand your comment on our blog. and traveler or time traveler?

gypsywoman said...

hi susan - i love his face - really reads like a well-worn book, doesn't it? thank you!!!

gypsywoman said...

thanks trish - i call him the "sand" traveler - for his nomadic roots - who traveled through time and space in search of love -

linda said...

what an amazing painting and painter...lovely words jenean...don't know how you do it, you must have these saved up to be able to post so much of your work, you couldn't possibly be writing all these everyday! and if you are, well, that i can't even post a post once in awhile--or even a comment on my most loved blogs-- really puts me to shame...ah well, we all have different gifts, i suppose :)
xoxoxox

Protege said...

This is very powerful...
I wanted to ask you, are these your paintings as well??
Have a lovely Saturday,
xo
Zuzana

GYPSYWOMAN said...

linda - actually, i do sit right here and compose my poems as i post 99.99% of the time - i have no storehouse of work, no notebooks, etc - once in a while i will jot down a few words here and there that i like or that "speak" to me and i'll come back to them once in a while, to compose a whole verse - or i will see an image that speaks to me and i'll jot down a few words to come back to later - but, that is the exception and not the rule, like i've said before - usually, i do just sit right here and do it all - but, you know, it's true, we each have our own little ways of doing things - we are all different - so - our ways/gifts of course are different - anyway, that's just the "way" that works for me - and then, there's your fabulous work - your own gifts that are so incredibly beautiful! a rare talent, you are, linda!!! an incredible talent! and i am so grateful for your sharing your gifts with us all!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey zuzana - wonderful to see you again! thanks so much for coming by - oh, about the artist here - it is sargent whose work i love - sadly, not mine - would that i could!!! - thanks so much for your comments, lady - they bring much sunshine with them!!! have a great weekend - and stay warm!

Nevine said...

Oh Jenean, I'm late coming here to this one, but I wouldn't have missed it. And you know it. This man is a man I know... his face, his hands, his skin, his heart. I do know him...

Nevine

Deb Kirkeeide said...

Wonderful! the words just flow from you. I am in such awe.
And I do hope you copy each of these for your own files in case Blogger disappears...(please say you do)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear dear nevine! i got chills just now reading your note - the thing is, that for weeks, i've had this image - and he just mesmerizes me - i mean, it's as if i expect him to call me by name through the screen or something - it's a sargent painting that i took the liberty of cropping for this post - the original painting is mostly of his white wrap from the waist up - but for this post, it was his face - the timeless universal face - and, for some unknown reason, several times, i have almost contacted you to show you this image separately - i even checked to see if you've an email address posted on your blog so i could forward it to you before my post - because i thought of you somehow in connection with this image - in any event, there were very intense vibes i got with this man - some to do with you in some inexplicable way!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey deb - oh, thank you so much as always for your kind words - and you know, since i was in the legal field for eons, i have copies of copies of the copies of everything i own ;)

and, one never knows about blogger, that's for sure - is it just me or are you unable to size your images on your post like you could several weeks ago - i am unable to stretch or pull images to fix them like i want when i right click - anyway - what can one do!

Nevine said...

Nothing inexplicable here, Jenean. You know, this piece just brought me back to my desert culture. I am a girl from a desert country... and that's why this man is so recognizable to my soul. I'm sorry, I don't have my email posted on my blog for privacy reasons. You know... I'm sort of a private person. But I wouldn't mind sharing it with you... if there was a way I could somehow get it to you without having to post it in a comment. I just tried your email link on your profile, but somehow, because I use a Mac, and I don't have a Mac email address, I can't use that link.

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, i know - your desert culture and all - but, for me, there seemed to be another little layer or something - could be just too much sand blowin' in my eyes! :)

i know what you mean about privacy - totally understand - you should be able to contact me just by using my address given but sending from your personal address instead of using the link? does that make sense?

maybe it will work!