On the Approach of my 65th Birthday
Once upon a time, I rode through dark woods on a
wild horse. Reckless and uncontrollable, I feared for
my life. That horse is gentle now. In all ways trustworthy,
I ride eyes closed and relaxed, with faith in his intelligence.
He listens to the tenor of my words to know their essence,
and follows my intuitions. Still spirited (the broken years
mended), he revels in the freedom my love affords him and
leads me through the woods, some days wildly, some less,
always carefully aware, astute, observant.
Let the wild horse guide you, following the light.