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, March 27, 2011

the cleansing...

no matter what she tried and tried
her heart from inside out had cried

but from herself she could not hide

then she felt the sound of her tears
struggling to drown the ghosts of her fears
keeping them with her always near

sorrow trickling down her face
washing away love’s lost grace
leaving her soul without a trace



Anonymous said...

As always, just beautiful! Love this image, too!


oh, thanks, trish - a little re-post actually, but it felt right at the moment -

Pam said...

The images you select are always a profound and poignant image for your words. I love the poem; to me it feels like it is a testiment to the difficulty of Letting Go.


how wonderful to have you come by and leave such kind words, pam! about letting go - yes, perhaps - or perhaps forgiveness of self and/or redemption/salvation - i'm not always sure, myself!!! my muses don't always let me in on their little secrets! ;)


oh, and about the images, pam - you know, sometimes i find the words first and then search for the image or sometimes i find the image and then the words come for that particular image - in this case, the words were first and there seemed no other possibility but this image for them - i'm a visually-oriented person so the "matching" really matters to me - thank you for your kind words -

Just_because_today said...

this is beautiful but it's sad. Or I felt sad reading it.