united sorry

I left home and went to the cave where I lfet the dead deer. It was dark, moisty, the smell of rotten leaves, there were a lot of spiders, for sure it was always winter and autumn in these dark humid areas of my mind.

i found the bones of the deer. No flesh, some dust, i blew the dust away. This deer died out of love. His death was in memory of the hunter. They had an impossible love affair. And the deer had died of a broken heart.

This all was history. Although the memory of the hunter remained as a clear light in the sky.

At the moment I took the bones in my arms,  they disappeared, but i knew my body carried them inside form that moment on.

So the bones were buried inside me,  and the eternal quest for the hunter to share love and compassion with him started again.

I am happy, to have this task again. And this time, i will also feel compassion for the role of the hunter. he is already my brother.

last weekend together andre and eric.