Kim Aikens

Equine Gallery: Winter Horses

<b>Winter Horses</b><b>I open the gate and enter.</b><b>You turn and run</b>,<b>drawing me, as always, </b><b>into that which is arising.</b><b>You are simple,</b><b>this present moment,</b><b>be it sorrow or despair,</b><b>love or joy,</b><b>or a world of snowy wildness.</b><b>This fence will never hold you.</b><b>It is only an idea after all,</b><b>a construct</b>.<b>And I am glad.</b>
Winter Horses

I open the gate and enter.
You turn and run,
drawing me, as always,
into that which is arising.
You are simple,
this present moment,
be it sorrow or despair,
love or joy,
or a world of snowy wildness.
This fence will never hold you.
It is only an idea after all,
a construct.

And I am glad.