Comments about White Deer
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 ...