The meeting of two spirits

Oil paint

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  1. Posted December 19, 2017 at 4:18 pm | Permalink

    You have to use your imagination in order to try and understand what it is I am saying here. I was among the tree’s early one morning, there was no one around so I sat with my coffee and drifted to where the birdsong wanted me to go, then I was back, the forest was full with deer and dogs running around, so I asked loudly for the spirit that surrounded me to show it’s face, next of all this man with a long beard was walking towards me, I did not flinch as the air was quiet and sweet and I had a calm, it was only when it started to stoke my head and said “deer, deer” that I realised I was a deer so I quickly went into meltdown and to re-order to re-awake as me and as I did I held out my hand to shake the old man’s hand, he was very pleased to see me and shook my hand for ages until finally he began to fade and my coffee was cold and I needed to roll another cigarette.

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