the gypsies' journey...

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 - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real -
imagined and/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -

SO come along with me and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD

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]

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

they come...


they come
their hearts upon the drum
it is not done

they come from another place
another time
from the dark recesses
of our mind
they speak in voices
still unknown
until our sins we atone
and then the lion upon the throne
the way to life we’ll be shown

they come

8 comments:

Nancy said...

Great image. The words certainly hit home - "until our sins we atone - "

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wonderful image and words. We should send to BP, all politicians, bankers, etc

wv:biman - buy man?

Butternut Squash said...

Drumming really works up the anxiety. It reminds me of the drumming at Pashupati where followers of Shiva go to die.

Susan Deborah said...

The image sums up everything: They Come. An apocalypse call, I reckon.

Joy always Jenean,
Susan

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and those same words keep coming to me, nancy - about atonement - which is a bit disconcerting - that they continue -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

exactly trish - buy man! sad sad commentary on humanity!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey butternut! wonderful to see you - and so interesting your comment about drumming and it gives a more complete meaning to why i put drum there - i was puzzled by my having chosen that word "drum" actually when i used it in this verse - i don't always know from whence or why certain words come out when i'm putting together a verse - and i was not at all with drum here - but your response certainly clarifies it for me - thank you so much!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

a fairly constant theme for me it seems the past few months, susan - they come - and if you read butternut's response above, to me, my own verse makes even more sense -