Harnessed

 

Reigned only by the wind,

stallion hearts race across life,

alone, yet always on stampede

driven by pounding sound

of their hoof beats.

 

It’s not the land or the sky

that entices to chase one’s shadow

what calls is the power

so intense and burning

to seek that path of prints,

which leads to one’s own truth.

 

Compelled in mindless urge

overwhelmed by the intuitive gate

no thinking only reaction

for it is obedience to a natural instinct.

 

Harnessed by the pure reality

over who truly dwells inside,

never content or able to find peace

unless unleash the force within.

 

Though the dust swirls from the trail

where others can see the point

none of it matters

when you are in sync

with the steed who is yourself.