I want to bathe my arms in the blue of the sky and feel it slip against my skin ice cold like silk wet paint.
I want to caress the cotton clouds of rain and snow amongst my naked body and drown in their softness.
I want to feel the moisture of myriad droplets merge onto my lips and drink deeply to renew my life force.
I want to rise and feel the rays of the sun burn into my eyes until the intense pain of fire turns to bliss.
...
I am purest ecstasy in this moment,
An english rose unfurling
Blushing at the virgin of the morn.
Rays penetrate through thick clouds
...
I am my body,
my soul is within my body,
They merge and I feel them both.
I need them both to survive here,
...
Life is like a bus ride.
Sometimes,
The journey is slow and steady
Other times
...
Pigeons flew over head,
A flock of them moving as one.
I stood in awe as he raised his hands.
He lit up the grey of the town,
...
It cannot be true,
That I have walked these lands but once.
I have glanced at this sky before,
I have walked upon this rocky shore.
...
The poems on this site are a selection of insights and reflections of the journey of the spiritual poet White Deer.)
Raw Nature
I want to bathe my arms in the blue of the sky and feel it slip against my skin ice cold like silk wet paint.
I want to caress the cotton clouds of rain and snow amongst my naked body and drown in their softness.
I want to feel the moisture of myriad droplets merge onto my lips and drink deeply to renew my life force.
I want to rise and feel the rays of the sun burn into my eyes until the intense pain of fire turns to bliss.
I want to change like the glowing moon yet still know I am whole with an eternal wisdom that never dies.
I want to catch a star in my hands and watch it glow like my soul in the heat of passion.