Acting like sheep
In our search for truth ..

The ridiculous and the sublime
The glory of the setting Sun
The driest land
The infinitesimal seedlings
The promptings of available light
Moisture,
The trees constructing a moderate zone
Tempering the climate
Mourning something that never was
The shadow of a caress
Standing at the gates of heaven
As the moon
Moved all the  heavens to music

Gypsy

Our posturings
Our imagined self-importance
In our obscurity
This vastness
The great enveloping cosmic dark
The endless cruelties
How fervent their hatred
Their rivers of blood
Challenged by this point of pale light
This Earth
Where we make our stand.

Gypsy

In his frail dark boat
He sailed the wine
The red seas of his mother's blood
Sailed the borders between brothers
Every incarnated soul on this planet
The benediction of a pristine pedigree
Life, and death, and all that spanned between
Twisting in his life
Foredoomed to swell to our cold disregard
Society spinning their blood-red mazes
Where the threads of men's lives are spun.

Gypsy.

This Truth within silence

A prophecy in the middle of geometry
An oracle of inquiry
The deity in this soul
The seed of your God Self
Your fragrance swirling
Eerie in the dark root
The invisible guides us
We are bound to acquiesce.

This would be mine —
my mask,
my shield —
my persona.

Gypsy

The snow light bright lays down beneath, looking up at these blues, with your brown eyes so deep and bright. And time, time is but a memory felt within a dream of oneself. And in believing this found therein our reflective sight.

i am a simple gal
fascinated by nature’s ‘mundane’
toss me in a patch of green
nothing but a mile of trees
and ill spend hours lost
staring at the bark

What's real?
What is really real?
Love's Real !
Love is as real as it gets !