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...

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

shadow world...

shadows deep and thick
closed round her
savoring
swallowing
her
heart
lost souls winding their way
to the land of the lost
shipwrecked fragments of time
their only compass
through the mire
her own soul long ago sold
for the gold of another life
blinded by the want of more
she could not look
and thus she did not see

shadows deep and thick
closed round her
savoring
swallowing
her
self
.
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10 comments:

Trish said...

Yikes. This is so profound I need to crawl into my cave and mull it over. Nicely done, Gypsy.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, gee, thanks so much trish - you know, this is inspired totally by nica [who will always be my inspiration] - yesterday i came across some of my notes made some time ago from ESPERANZA [shadows deep and thick] - to go into a poem - anyway - this is what came of those words as i sat in the sunshine yesterday -

again, thanks so much for your own words which continue to "muse" me! ;)

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Deep Deep Thoughts Here....!

Thanks for the very thoughtful words about me and my Sweetie, too....It means so very much to me.

G said...

Pure Beauty!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

wonderful to have you come by, naomi, in your time of turmoil - thank you so very much - your words mean a lot - thinking of you - with much affection - and many healing thoughts -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, stephanie, thank you so much for your kind words and especially for your visit - i'm so remiss on my own treks out to visit others and so, send my apologies - again, thank you!!!

A Plain Observer said...

She could not look thus she did not see...isn't that the case even in our own existence?
Wonderful poem, I need to think about it a bit more

Gemel said...

Beautiful, and once again fitting for me, as I seem to be swallowing my
self

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, i have myself, at least, found this to be true in my own existence, anyway - sometimes more than others - like now, for me -

thanks so much for your visits, dear lady and your always kind words -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

gemel - yes, i so know what you mean - and so "fitting" that you bring it up - the swallowing of self by self - we can say no to others - how to say no to self? how to escape the ravages of self? to see self?