Twilight makes for mystic visions and crystal clear revelations. Lying in the soft grass near the faucet I rolled my tawny fur around making an S curve with my body. As the dust arose from my friction a frog appeared in sight of my eyes. Kicking my hooves up in the air I rolled to my side rising and hopped as the frog did right into the sparkling water. Taking a drink I transformed into the black bird. Singing and calling my eyes burned into an orange fire embering and remembering what was and once finished what would be. Feeling my soul I reviewed how Martin Luther and Pericles had betrayed me and so many others. Rising up in a spiral I touched the limb known as the hand of God. That calling thrills me and despairs me all in the same thought. It ignites that which should have never been taken away. As the veins filled with the power of nature the winds blew giving blessings. The ring broke making a C. It flowed all the way to the pond and as the waters rose all was cleansed to begin again. The twin gods gleamed as always in the twilight waiting....

Angel of darkness
Angel of light
Dark drama pending
Start of a fight.

Need only silence
To stop the right
Whisper a half truth
The humans fight.

Vigilance needed
To right the wrongs
Blessings not curses
Sung in a song.

Nether world twilight
Confuses the mind
Seemed like a good choice
Until entwined.

Sword of truth blazes
Darkness dispels
True words are spoken
Demon in hell

On earth is standing
Angel of light
Relationship formed
End of the fight

Walking the path of the forest fleeting images of shapes flitted forth across rock and grass. I started to look up to join the run, but something told me to watch the deer shadows instead. Positioning myself so the rays of the golden sun beaming through tree trunks, leaflets and stone could be seen easily, I opened my mind's eye to all the possibilities.

Depending where the others ran determined the size of their shadow. The shadow did not necessarily tell one its age just that it had a deer outline. Sometimes the antler shadow would hint of an adult life but often antler shadows playfully blended into the drooping tree branches. In shadow land the shades of grey did not distinguish flesh from shadow. If a deer so desired to have large antlers it could easily do so by positioning itself near a large branch shadow. Rutting out of season always allowed in the meadows.

If a deer wished for a short time to become a fawn frolicking one could do so. Better yet this round could watch its own fawn shadow in innocence play. Giant shadow deer happened when one stood on the ridge with the sun lower in the sky like evening. It would cast so far one had to stand on another ridge to see the whole shadow image. More fun if a deer had a mate and being exclusive one could cuddle in its shadow. Even lie betwixt its four legs and take a gander. After all it tis only shadow. No law on shadows.

Deer shadows lets one have its desires under the umbrella of grace. Once dark and no moonlight no evidence of the shadow or the action take exists. No shadow babies. No shadow sin. All in the grey areas right on the edge but never stepping past that moral boundary. Truly no rules just shadow.

When water remains a choice it delights. A deer chooses which foot to put in, to stay in the shallows or move into the deep. The sound of rushing waters from the eyes of stone comfort and invite play. What if some gray day the pond waters spread past their known boundaries? Though the water remains clean it covers everything. New waterfalls would appear to play in. Whirlpools would swirl and invite a spin. The hills and playground would become islands. The ruins would be posts to climb. Would the glitch that lets us fly like reindeer let's us glide on the surface. Would logs float and suddenly become surf boards? Someone's mask suddenly develops gills and fluttering pendacles like some Siamese Fighting fish unfurls in glorious ribbons of colors. The dance becomes splash dance as we sway with the water responding in kind. Floating vegetation let's you catch a ride on the currents when water play needs a rest.

Where once herds of deer ran playing now only a few remained. Where once laughter with friends echoed in the back of your mind a harsh hag twittered endlessly about mundane things that did not matter especially in the forest. I checked on a few deer and only angst waiting emanated from them. Something had gone wrong in the forest. Some female darkness like a bad opera had filtered in infecting dozens. It would not last but while waiting for such to dissipate I referenced from three perspectives. Playing at the pond I enjoyed the transformation from deer to frog, frog to deer. Both equally important but each has its own group. The frog plays with the fish and the lotus flower. The activities of splashing, swimming and on the bank and off the bank happen. From shore to water a new group forms dragonfly, deer and frog only around the log. On land it is different deer in different stages as in veteran deer with special markings and masks that show the length of time they have been around, or as fawns new to the game or wanting to be new to the game and then all the regular deer. Each group has a different set of references depending on which mask I chose, which age of deer, and which location my deer is at. New deer in one area, elder deer in another and just part of the crowd sometimes but not often. A deer you meet may be new but also may have been in the Endless Forest from the beginning, may have created it and some guests are not really guests. Deer can be mystic crystal revelation type, artisan deer type, gamer deer type, child deer type, player deer type, or technical creative type.

The Riddle of the Strider

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

“If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”


? Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes?
A: I have no I-Deer

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes and no legs?
A: Still no eye-deer.

Q: What did the doe say to the 24 point buck? A: Boy your Horny!

Q: What do you get when you cross Bambi with a ghost?
A: Bamboo.

Q: Why did the hunter miss his mark? A: He was not aiming deerectly for it.

Q: What do you call four female deer? A: FO REAL DOE

Q: Who did Bambi invite to his birthday party? A: His nearest and deer-est friends.

Q: What's the difference between a deer nut and a beer nut? A: One is a dollar fifty and the other is just under a buck.

Q: What do deers call hunters? A: Doe foes.

Q: What is the defination of a non-typical Whitetail?
A: One that stays off the Highway!

A duck, a skunk and a deer went out for dinner at a restaurant one night. When it came time to pay, the skunk didn't have a scent, the deer didn't have a buck, so they put the meal on the duck's bill.

PROFANITY WARNING still funny
Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes, no legs, and no balls?
A: Still no fucking eye-deer.



source: http://www.jokes4us.com/animaljokes/deerjokes.html

Play "All About That Bass"
on Amazon Music
"All About That Bass"

Because you know I'm all about that bass deer
'Bout that bass deer, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass deer, no treble
I'm all about that bass deer
'Bout that bass deer, no treble
I'm all about that bass deer
'Bout that bass... bass... bass... bass deer

Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it, like I'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places

I see the magazine workin' that Photoshop
We know that shit ain't real, come on now, make it stop
If you got beauty, beauty, just raise 'em up
'Cause every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PCkvCPvDXk&list=RD7PCkvCPvDXk#t=0

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Underwater cavern in the lake. You go there and it has a fountain of BUBBLES!!!! Single deer are encased in a bubble and they can walk across the water like Jesus Christ. ROll like a hamster ball does . If you get 5 deer friends ( 5 points make a star like the red star at the beginning of GODs Love museum) and stand in the fountain a big bubble comes out and encases the 5 deer. Now you can walk in the bubble together!!! and it rolls out on the water pool that is inside the cavern amid the other single bubble deer. This time the bubble with the 5 deer sinks. It goes out and pops up on the lake. You can roll all over the lake BUT if you touch land the bubble pops. If you circumference the lake the 5 deer bubble rises into the sky and you roll around in the sky. Now you can see the top of the ruins and the trees Then if you roll over the hill of the GODS they pop the bubble and you spill out there. You have had your moment . No other big bubble comes till the first group is done bubbling. Most likely will be the skulled faced grey deer While in the water this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0g28QAgYpo