I
am using the same poem that I used on Day 7 as it is very apt
for today. I didn't think ahead did I? oh well it is good enough
to have 2 days viewings! It is by Nancy Kohn Raven
Nancy Kohn Raven - 2014
The Soul of a Horse and the Soul of a Man are almost identical,
they are each made from Stardust, once you are intimate with
a horse, with one horse, exchanging breath, blowing each on
the other, you will be connected to all horses.
In the eye of a Horse you can
see many things, the beginning of the World and the red glow
of its ending, and all this the horse knows and more as well.
How many of our Warriors felt
the anguish of their ponies falling in the sand, its nostrils
blood red, staining the Earth, So many died this way, and massacred
by white mans greed, Did they die with regret you ask?? No they
died with Valor and Nobility of Heart, and with acceptance of
what is and was and what will ever be.
Today these same ponies walk with
the riders, blowing their sacred breath into the cold of a winters
day, snorting and prancing, talking in horse talk to their brothers.
Telling them stories of where the grass still grows belly deep
and how they run still in high chaparral, and drink long and
deep from cold rivers, and what it is to be free, running in
the wind.