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, August 12, 2010

the painted bird...

oh mighty painted bird
hark these my loving words

spread you at my waiting feet
and on thy heart let me feast
then open wide your glory wings
and fly me to those crimson springs
lay me down in the rolling tides
till the gates of heaven open wide
enter in my heart’s deep cave
and come to me in rhythmic waves
where ancient voices have their way
and in my love you will stay

oh mighty painted bird
hark these my loving words

spread your wings
and with me sing


Nevine said...

Such inspirational words, Jenean. And the image you've chosen has a touch of the spiritual about it, too. And I see I've missed your birthday celebration, so I will be heading there to leave my wishes, too.


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Beautiful. As soon as I saw the title, I thought of Jerzy Kosinski's incredible book Painted Bird.


greetings dear nevine! you know, i've just discovered this artist's work - isn't it fantastic? i loved it and knew i had to do something with it the minute i saw it - hence, these little words of inspiration for it!


oh, thank you trish! and another book for my amazon cart, now, as well! :)

Sarahlah said...

I love the words as much as the image. I am glad the image inspired you in the way it did.


greetings sarahlah - so happy you enjoyed - i do love this artist's work - he has another image i used in a previous post that is an all time favorite as well - the post is called the painted bird below! thanks so much for coming over!