HSB: A CUPFUL OF ETERNITY
A horse is a choice you make
because you have nothing better to do,

or.. because there IS nothing better to do.
One chooses it with the same precision
with which one chooses

a husband, a house, a life.
Fundamentally, the obstacle is always fear;
Founded, unfounded,

real, imagined, natural, and earned.
The quantity of patience gives the possibility of the horse-

possibilities eternal.
The quality of perseverance gives the possibility of life-

possibility infinite.
Without at least a cupful, your horse is as lost as you.
Your window's view reveals the choices.
Your horse's gaze reveals the soul from which you chose.
?Will you see-
Nobility, kindness, generosity?
Crude, short-cuts; the hope a horse will make you whole?
?Did you drop your gaze to look at the floor;
or lift your eyes towards the advancing now?
Yes, there it is.
The secret scent of the sublime;
rising, reminding you of what was - just now- constructed?
All connected. Horses; husbands; houses; life.
Vast collections of interconnected pieces

growing the precipice


of the integrated or disintegrating choices.
One’s life - implicitly and explicitly,

rising from one's own conviction.
The horse's eye fills with gracious giving, and grateful generosity.
Our nostrils flare and the final truth reveals;
Horses
Smell
Beautiful.