there you are

up on the north hill.


i can see you

through the veil,


embarking on our

beautiful horse.


we share that

mustang machine;


we groom her,

we love her,


we feel her power

under and through us.


we take her down

the same paths:


looping in, around,

up, between.


but we can never ride

her at the same time.


across the time-miles,


i feel you in the saddle,

in the reins, in the hard


handle of the brush as

i bring her to a soft shine.


i manifest you in the

flowing grass, the


wild wind, the

impeccable trees.


we move seamlessly

through the falling leaves


as if coated with fluid.


with each ride

we lift the scrim


a bit more

to see within;


we speak our

vision into being.


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