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 -


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...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

from the heights of macchi picchu...

Arise to birth with me, my brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.
You will not return from these stone fastnesses.
You will not emerge from subterranean time.
Your rasping voice will not come back,
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.

Look at me from the depths of the earth,
tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,
groom of totemic guanacos,
mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,
iceman of Andean tears,
jeweler with crushed fingers,
farmer anxious among his seedlings,
potter wasted among his clays--
bring to the cup of this new life
your ancient buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow;
say to me: here I was scourged
because a gem was dull or because the earth
failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.
Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,
the wood they used to crucify your body.
Strike the old flints
to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips
glued to your wounds throughout the centuries
and light the axes gleaming with your blood.

I come to speak for your dead mouths.

Throughout the earth
let dead lips congregate,
out of the depths spin this long night to me
as if I rode at anchor here with you.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
and link by link, and step by step;
sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
like a torrent of sunbursts,
an Amazon of buried jaguars,
and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
blind ages, stellar centuries.

And give me silence, give me water, hope.

Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.

Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.

Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.

Speak through my speech, and through my blood.


Susan Deborah said...

"And give me silence
give me water, hope" What lovely lines. Neruda is one of my favourites. Have you read "If you forget me?"

Jen, blessings and joy always,

Nevine said...

A beautiful string of pearls from one of my favorite poets, Jenean. And, I hope you are keeping well. I have been extremely busy these past few days, myself, and am just stopping in to say hello. Life has a way of calling extremely loudly sometimes, doesn't it?

Take care of yourself, and hope to see you soon.


Marion said...

Oh, Gypsy, this is so beautiful...the marriage of the words and the photos. Thanks for sharing this. xoxo

Cole said...

Wow, that was beautiful. I know so little about poets, who is who and who wrote what. I am learning though, and this poem was filled with such strong emotion. Manchu Picchu has actually been on my mind a lot as of late. Hope all is well over in your world Jenean. Take care.

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Magic of Spice said...

These are beautiful word...and the photos are wonderful!

Gingeyginge said...

Thank you for taking the time to drop in ...Your comments are always so uplifting...Have a wonderful week.x.


hey susan! he's one of my favorites too and i LOVE if you forget me!! love it!! thanks so much for coming by - i'm doing things one day at a time still right now as i've not gotten rid of whatever this bug is - anyway, have a glorious remainder of the weekend!!


how wonderful to see you, dear nevine! have so missed you and your words from the heart! thank you so much for coming over - will be by your magical place soon! hugs - j


hey lady marion! and wonderful to see you, too - gee, i feel so out of touch since i've not been online much the past couple of weeks - have missed everyone so - thanks so much for coming by and leaving me a note!!! have a wonderful remainder of the weekend!


hello cole! again, another dear friend i've so missed since i've been away lately! thank you so much for your kind words and visit! see you soon!!! have a fantastic weekend!


thanks so much, magic! wonderful of you to come by!!! thanks! have a great weekend!


greetings gg! and so great to see you, too! have a fantastic weekend!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Neruda got it, always.