There I was,
climbing up
from the Valley of the Shadow,
with all the "D"s biting at my heels:
Discouragement
Disillusionment
Despair
Depression
across the razor sharp rocks,
and struggling over many mountains.
I notice, over to the far left,
a field of golden flowers
basking in the warm sunlight.
Now,
suddenly,
I'm riding the roan mare,
the winged horse.
I grasp its mane as it flies.
We become the wind,
merging with potentialities.
I see everything below us.
"Is it mine?" I ask
"All this and more”…
"We are One," I hear
The picture blurs.
It is all ONE!
The wind,
the horse,
and me!
by LFIRE © 2013
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