Gypsy (Dancing Traveler)

Gypsy (Dancing Traveler)

I am aware of the ubiquitous rhythms

Which ones do I know?

Of which am I aware?

Can I move within all at once?

Or would my sinews rip and tear?

Should I dance the dance of heaven

While sitting stable on this spinning earth?

Should I swim against the current’s river?

Should I die while giving birth?

Do I follow only what is seen and known,

Or do I step out on the waves of my beating heart?

I am aware of the ubiquitous rhythms

They are flowing from my pen

I choose to dance to my beating heart

I am a traveler of the winds.

gypsy-traveler

3 Comments Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    I liked this poem. My parent lived like Gypsies and I became one. The wanderer is collecting places and memory for the pen and paper when he decide. Time to rest.

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  2. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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  3. Thanks John for the comments and the reblog. I always appreciate how you “spread the word” and help share the writing of many. You are appreciated!

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