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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.

WINDOWS TO THE SOUL

Poetry inspired by horses


HSB: A CUPFUL OF ETERNITY