Wednesday, April 8, 2015

4.8.15 As if existence is a horse we ride, with no reins, no saddle



How good to be older, more settled and solid.

To be the recipient of so very much remarkable love and support.

Quietly talking and holding hands in the evening.
Tai Qi and the sunrise as the day begins.

Health insurance and excellent doctors 
and things called phones to hear the voice of my beloved.

People showering us with mindblowing vital gifts.

As if existence is a horse we ride, with no reins, no saddle;
and it moves and responds as we do, walking, cantering, stumbling, and making its way.

 As I stay on its back, listening so I can balance, lean forward, set back, focusing on the ride.


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