Rising from the sweet hill of morning
Dark shadows moving in the deep hours. Contented
nostrils flutter. I hear their heavy footsteps beneath the trees just
outside my open door. Having heard my dreams calling, they’ve come to
rouse me from my slumber. They speak to me in the language of silence.
We are bound together in the rhythm of the dance. We are one in the
river of life. Come with us now and walk the hills, our shadows
touching. Feel the fullness of the moon, our breaths of give and take
wrapped in tangled manes and delighted snorts, caressing muzzles.
Sister, sister who has been called, step outside the walls. We are meant
to travel One.