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...

Saturday, March 26, 2011

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
seeking searching 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 his 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
from this 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 his present 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...

i am here...
you have found me...


Anonymous said...

I suspect you had more than one noamdic life. Well, no wonder you call yourself Gypsy! Just love this one.


i'm thinking so, too, trish! and it'd be lovely to think i'd come across this face at least once! what power his face speaks! ;)