a painting i did years ago… one of the first “free form” via guided meditation. i still have it up on my wall 5 years later. do you see them? i get it all the time from friends who see it.
the little gypsy star.
wanderlust, dreamer, reaching for my flame.
Posts tagged love:
river. <3
there’s something kind of beautiful about the energy in this image—the full image shows their tails intertwining… i wish i knew who the artist was… it really touches me, their faces are so… intense.
Baltimore, MD—during my visit in September 2010.
more to come shortly—will post to my wordpress blog kapualani.wordpress.com
xx
EDIT: HI GUYS! since i noticed that so many of you are liking and/or reblogging this photo—i wanted to let you know that if you are interested in purchasing prints of this, or any of my other work (search “qck fotografie” on FB or just click on the photo and “like”!) just let me know! for PRINTS ONLY i’m selling them at $10 (5x7) and $20 (8x10) and for matted (limited—confirm before ordering) it’s going to be $17 (5x7) and $27 (8x10) plus $2+ for shipping…
i can take paypal but there will be a small fee due to the paypal processing fees—order your prints for early Christmas gifts! i am also going to be doing greeting cards but would like to get at least 5-10 orders first so please let me know ASAP!
email me at thelittlegypsystar@gmail.com
this is another shot from my old ‘hood in L.A. off the Sunset Strip… makes me think of You… <3… waiting isn’t so bad, so long as you ‘check in’ once in a while… *sigh*
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i love all kinds of music, but i’m just in an old school Mary J. Blige kinda mood… especially this song. xx
you, the unbroken moon
…
be it a glowing beam of light
or the faintest shimmer
on the swell of darkened sea
a tiny leaf falling to this Divine earth
a melting castle in the sand
left behind by little hands
each breath a soul breathes
for the first time in a new life
stargazer with a single wish
eloquent voice hiding behind soft lips
there are secrets that ache
to be spoken out loud
confessions of love to a face
from dreams, the familiar essence
of a lover blanketing your heart
where in this forest of existence shall we meet?
have we stumbled over the same vine,
or once rested under the same tree?
fingers running through
the same mound of sand…
thoughts racing over
the same stretch of sea…
your eyes met mine once.
originally written tuesday, 25 november 2008
