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...

Monday, October 3, 2011

the leap...

 into the swirling whirling we did leap
heeding the call of love most deep
neither one the other enticed
wanting needing


Trish said...

Beautiful. I love stopping by here late at night, when I'm sure to find some nugget of wisdom, some bit of beauty in your way with words and images, Gypsy.

Zuzana said...

Love that image, wow so sensual and terminal at the same time.;)
And I truly love those words as they ring so very true.;)

Pat said...

His hand is weakening on the tiller but her grasp is strong and I think they will founder together, gloriously.


oh, thank you so much trish - of these words, it was a beautiful time, well worth the admission price - and i've no regret for having paid that price -


greetings zuzana - isn't the image magnificent! i mean, it is visual poetry in and of itself - when i wrote this piece a couple of years ago and came across this piece in my folder i knew it was painted for these words! ;)

thanks so much for stopping by - i hope all is sunshine in your world!


no doubt, pat - they will hold together no matter what - and you're right, his hand slips from the tiller but both arms encircle her and her hold remains strong - and notice how the two flow into one body - a magnificent painting which is, as i said above, a visual poem in and of itself!

Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

I love this picture and words so much...the greatest love. ...just so perfectly intense...and perhaps a little insane, still so perfect.


thanks so much lady six for your always kind words which mean a lot to me - but - uh, what's insanity???