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 -


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, August 25, 2010

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 -

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

sacred ground...

the ground on which
we stand
sacred ground

it is the blood
of our

Monday, August 23, 2010

the voyage...

the real voyage
of discovery
consists not in
seeking new landscapes
but in having
new eyes

Saturday, August 21, 2010

dreamers of the dream...

we are the music makers
and we are the 
dreamers of the dream - 
wandering by lone sea breakers 
and sitting by desolate streams.....
for whom the pale moon gleams.....

Friday, August 20, 2010

the bounty...

emerging from his deep abyss
the slimy serpent raised its head
he sought her out upon her bed
and with a hiss and lingering kiss

upon her breasts he dared to feast
for her life he cared the least
he searched for her in times of need
to satisfy his own love’s greed

on her bosom he did suck
in a lustful frenzy all amuck
into her beating heart he did bite
with all his vigorous might

his tongue embarked to do his will
until at last he’d gained his fill
but what he could not see
through his lascivious glee
beneath her bounteous flesh
was the bottomless hole
of her stone cold soul
where his own heart she would enmesh

what he sowed so did he reap
as he gurgled his last in her blackest deep
for his dying soul she did not weep
for in her he had found the primal beast


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

to reach...

one man scorned
and covered with scars
still strove with his 
last ounce of courage
to reach the unreachable stars
and the world will be
the better for this

Sunday, August 15, 2010

when dragons fly and demons sing...

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries
of her own free will
she’ll lay her down in the waters still
and pray to let them seep right in
way down deep where it all begins
soak right in to her very core
and open wide the flood gate door
where ancient seers have their say
if light will shine another day

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries

Saturday, August 14, 2010

the vestibule...

who knows how many 
fleshly forms the 
heir of heaven 
occupies before 
he can be 
brought to understand
the value of that 
silence and solitude 
whose starry plains 
are but the 
vestibule of 
spiritual worlds

Friday, August 13, 2010

a higher plane...

The possibility of stepping into 
a higher plane is quite real 
for everyone. 
It requires no force 
or effort or sacrifice. 
It involves little more than 
changing our ideas 
about what is normal.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

the manifestation...

dancer's body
is simply the
luminous manifestation
of the

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

words on my birthday...

i existed from all eternity
and behold i am here -
and i shall exist 
till the end of time
for my being has no end -

Monday, August 9, 2010

imagine your desire...

Never mind what is. 

Imagine it the way 
you want it to be 
so that your vibration 
is a match to your desire. 

When your vibration 
is a match to your desire, 
all things in your experience 
will gravitate to meet 
that match every time.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

the heart's road...

there is
a road 
in the hearts of all of us

hidden and seldom traveled

which leads to 
an unknown
secret place

Monday, August 2, 2010

the way of peace...

there is no way to peace -
is the way

Sunday, August 1, 2010

it's up to us...

we are
what we think

all that we are
arises with our thoughts

With our thoughts
we make the world