Flowing to the Gypsy Strains

[WIREMAN]

succession of time
voices rising in the
distance, steady
thumping rhythm
everyone singing
in unison....tribe....
and still the walking
footing it with the
animals carrying the
burden, colors bright
as life should be, smiles
abound.

notes linger and the
one voice that dominates
takes it down a touch
as if the sun were setting
and it tis, the river runs deep
and the journey is more
than long, it's like forever
power to obey inherent
feeling giving in, to the
beauty of movement, no
escape, no rat race, like the
wheel, like a ball, as if
the thrill of it all, and yes
blues cause ya gotta have
a bottom to rise up from,
a mat upon which to lay yer
tired and weary being at
the end of the day sunset.

still the drum, the pulse the
thud, then the movement to
a flutes call, accompanied by
more thuds and slaps with
bells ringing steady as the
young girls voice bleeds
beneficiary.....become...being
just there moving, carrying on
love is out there and it's coming
to us all, tribe, together wandering.........................

[hester_prynne]

Wow Mark.
I dig this.
Felt like I was riding a canoe in the stream of your unconscious.
Rapids and pools, both beautiful.
Very cool to be let in like that, and then taken to a most pleasant landing.
Thanks for this

H

[WIREMAN]

thanks for that great response Hest....I was jammin' on some rhajastani gypsy music........