Biography of White Deer
The poems on this site are a selection of insights and reflections of the journey of the spiritual poet White Deer.
White Deer Poems
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
A Single Drop
I am The current that flows, With the water of the river. I am
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.
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,
Life is like a bus ride. Sometimes, The journey is slow and steady Other times
Sun And Moon
I am my body, my soul is within my body, They merge and I feel them both. I need them both to survive here,
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 salty scent of the sea breeze
And the mocking of the seagulls pleas,
Haunting me with memories long hidden.
It is true,
I have walked these lands before,