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 -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

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...

Friday, April 29, 2011

the space between...



let me take you
to my secret place
the space between
the now and then
the place between
the here and there

that space between
where worlds collide       
and spirits ride
the crimson tide
in and out
and through again

that space between
and through the looking glass
where angels travel now en masse
to land upon the holy mass

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where time cannot erase
the place where tracks can be retraced
                   
let me take you to my secret place
the space between where life is not a chase       
the place where love begets lost grace

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where thoughts are not encased
the place where i can kiss upon your face

let me take you
to my secret place
the space between

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would you like to hear the words spoken?

14 comments:

Space Lady said...

"that space between
where worlds collide
and spirits ride
the crimson tide
in and out
and through again"

Hi gypsywoman, your special place is where the magic dwells...spacelady

Jimmy said...

Ahhh.. such heady words that feed upon a mans heart like a solipsistic lizard sunbathing upon a rock of warm words.

Cole said...

Hi Gypsy,

Beautiful.

I was just checkin in on you. Glad you are ok from those storms that headed your way. Take care.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, spacelady, how wonderful, coming from you!!! so good to have you come by and leave such kind words - i hope you'll come again soon! have a glorious day!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you for thinking of us down here, dear cole - it was quite the storm front - at one point the night of nights there were so many tornados around our city that i was unable to count them all on the weather map - i stopped at 11 - missing us with real damage but so very tragic for others who lost their lives and meager possessions - my heart goes out to them - hope all is well with you!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and i myself have seen that magnificent lizard, dear sir - in my own wordworld - where possibility meets probability - and every thing is as it seems - that world in between -

Trish said...

The space between...David peat uses that phrase! I love your intepretation of it.

wv: lessin! - lesson?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks trish - i've used something similar to that phrase, if not the same one before, as well - so many possibilities for it, aren't there?

oh, dear, am i up for still ANOTHER lesson????? or perhaps that's LISTEN????? about the same meaning regardless! ;)

Nevine said...

And don't we all have our own secret place? And don't we all allow that special someone inside, sometimes? And when we do... that is when magic happens. Such beautiful words and thoughts, Jenean!

Nevine

Nancy said...

This one was really great and the picture was perfect. The space between - which is the space where creation begins.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i hope we all do have that secret place - because you are so right - it IS where the magic happens - all we have to do is let that special someone in that space between! ;)

thank you so much for your kind words and for coming by, dear nevine - have a glorious day, lady!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, thank you so much, nancy! i'm so glad you enjoyed - yes, i like this piece too - and what it means - the place where imagination/creation/magic happen! have a wonderful day and thanks so much for your visit and kind words!

Linda said...

such lovely words and such a lovely woman who speaks them...thank you, i love this photo of you, my sweet friend. xoxo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dearest lady, if you only knew what a difference in my evening you have made! truly! here i was feeling unsettled from something unpleasant earlier - and then i come here and found your sweet spirit had left such kind words! thank you from the bottom of my heart -