the bitterest tears
shed over graves
are for
words left unsaid
and
deeds left undone
THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD
- GYPSYWOMAN
- 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]
10 comments:
Love this image and Stowe really nailed it. By the way, pho9enix is back - strong, the last 2 days. You noticed any uptick?
Great reminder to not leave things undone.
Beautiful post to remind me to never hold back on showing love to those I love.
xOx
Your words are so true, Jenean. Sometimes it's too late to say what we wanted to say... because time takes the opportunity away! A simple and beautiful thought for a complex place to be!
Nevine
Reading this, reminds me of me and my father. How when he passed, so much was left unsaid.
weird 'bout the phoenix, trish - especially with the recent red dot - wonder if there's a connection - my most constant searches are still blood red moon which is all the time all day - then the vatican came by to a post a few days ago - weird - and they've been here before -
especially those words unspoken, nancy! ;)
never ever, six!
yes, that dark monster called time, nevine, cloistering and holding us in its grip! making it so imperative to do and to say and to be: ALL!
hello there, shell - so wonderful to see you again! how are you? so happy to have you come by! about your father, i know what you mean - that's how it was with me and my brother - perhaps you might write a letter to him? i'm betting he would get it!
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