Unfettered gypsy spirits fearlessly catch cobras and poisonous lizards in India.
Tame cobras, display them in gypsy shows magically controlling the cobras
Gypsy women dancing beautifully, the soft sounds of their whirling feet, mesmerizing mantras.
The air perfumed with sweet sandalwood scents, the ambience extraordinary.
Self-designed radiant clothes, outward displays of joyful liberated lives.
Funerals celebrated with music and dance, death a natural freeing event.
Lives unbound by 9 to 5 grinds; no company owns their souls.
No pressure to be better than others or get degrees from the right colleges and tread
waning career paths desperately trying to get to the top of the heap.
No keeping up with neighbors’ expensive perishables; everything eventually perishes,
no matter the glitter.
Pure living, spontaneous, free, now, forever – Cobra Gypsies.
Bob Boyd
