Deer Eyes

The doe watches me,

Her large, perceptive ebony eyes

Reminiscent of a mountain lake

On a summer afternoon.

I lose myself in their depths;

So deep, I delve in my reflection

And walk my soul’s birch woods

To a vaulted wooden doorway —

The doorway to Otherworld,

Where she and I walk side by side,

Both of us intuiting our origins:

Stardust birthed by the Big Bang.

Perhaps she is my foremother

From a distant past …

Perhaps I am her sister

From a previous life …

 Our connection runs deep,

A spiraling river in our blood —

A blessing and knowing sensed

When I see myself in her eyes.