womanmagic...

where there is

woman

there is

magic

le coeur...

le coeur 
a ses raison 

que la raison ne connait pas -

what the world needs...

“Don’t
ask
yourself
what

the
world
needs.
Ask
yourself
what
makes
you

come
alive
and
go
do
that,
because
what
the
world
needs
is
people
who
have
come
alive."

be not afraid...

We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.

somewhere...

somewhere

something

incredible

is waiting

to be

known

love is the flower...

“What was it that John Lennon said? 

‘Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.’ 

Let it grow already, 

and quit trying to legislate it!” 

- wonder woman -

little gypsy girl...

with eyes full of light 

and a smile shining bright

a mind full of questions

innocence without confession

time for you now little gypsy girl

open wide your arms let your wings unfurl

ride your spirit high to places thus unknown

you're the queen of your domain sit upon your throne

looking forward looking upward

seeking finding your reward

little gypsy girl

the earth and the winds...

and  
forget not

that the earth

delights to feel

your
bare feet

and the

winds long

to play with

your hair

a walk through the valley...

there is no easy walk 
to freedom anywhere, 

and many of us will have 

to pass through the 

valley of the 

shadow of death 

again and again 

before we reach 

the mountaintop 

of our desires...

the river sanguine...

softly o’er the rippling river
the earth’s life giver
crept the pale moon orb
the heavens to absorb
casting shadows sanguine
the blood of mankind
upon the dappled shore
the cycle repeats forevermore

i believe...

i believe that 

imagination is stronger than knowledge -

myth is more potent than history -

dreams are more powerful than facts -

hope always triumphs over experience -

laughter is the cure for grief -

love is stronger than death -

the music of writing...

to me, 

the greatest pleasure of writing 

is not what it's about, 

but the inner music that words make

that subtle something...

it is not so much for its beauty

that the forest makes a claim 

upon men's hearts, 

as for that subtle something, 

that quality of air 

that emanation from old trees, 

that so wonderfully changes

and renews a weary spirit -

la gloire du soleil

always here

always there

always everywhere

no beginning

and no ending

always here

always there

always

every

where

no words necessary - except yours...

what does this image say to YOU?

the gypsy moon...

his long lean arms
reached upward

stretching

searching

upward toward heaven
reaching for her

coiling

curling

circling

embracing the glory
that was her

clasping

clinching

clutching

her orbital beauty
that lit his dark nights

lighting

illuminating 
and so they lived 
each in the love of the other

the autumnal sacrifice...

and so it is
the cycle reclaims

its past and future

repeating reduplicating recapitulating

the fallen heroes submit

in crimson veneration
rendering resigning reconciling

their mother trunk
deprived once more
robbed raped ravaged

with barren branches
limbs and stems
requiem reposes remains

defoliation complete
at autumnal equinox

regrowth renewed rebirth

and so it grows

the road to truth...

there are two mistakes

one can make along

the road to truth -

not going all the way

and
not starting...

echoes...

e c h o e s
of dance
f r e n z y
and trance
p a s s i o n
to desire
s p i r i t
on fire