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...

Sunday, January 23, 2011

the ride...

come to me my wild gypsy steed
neither reins nor bit to guide thee do I need

i’ll sit upon your coat of virgin white and blackest black
and mount myself upon your back

that bears me long and bears me well
and from this earth we shall dispel

i’ll hold your rippled mane
taste the power within your frame

ride us high and ride us low
into the whirlwinds shall we flow

with fire and grace to spur us on
we’ll fly through the night and past the dawn


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wow and awesome just don't cover it. Adjectives don't cover it. This is really a beautiful piece, Gypsy.

Zuzana said...

Very evocative and powerful, just like you.;)


thanks so much trish - i must say that i do like the words with this image - when i first wrote the piece over a year ago, i did it with a gypsy horse as the image - but i believe the dancer is my favorite -


oh, thank you so much, zuzana! as i was saying above, i really do like this piece with the dancer image - and the colors are great with the words, as well - anyway, so lovely to have you come by, dear friend!!! thank you!