Horse Deity

Narcissus

“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world”  John Muir

The dark horse is stabled in the child …. that ride up the hill of Heaven …. William Gass

And so you may have chanced on the story of the youth who, looking into a pool, fell in love with his own image and was transformed into a flower, Narcissus.

But the metamorphosis doesn’t stop there: we have become whatever we look at and vice versa and one of the most transcending examples is the horse and related myth of the centaur, half horse, half man – not even half the story, for we become the horse and the horse becomes man.

Photographed by John W. Hay

For instance, we even learn to talk the language of the horse, ‘Horse,’ understanding that the horse perceives us as a horse, too, and has come to imitate our movements, arms becoming legs that then correspond to the horse’s four.

Moreover, horse is no donkey, but, nevertheless,  wonders what on Earth happened to our ears, flattened back  reflecting our permanent discontent. And yet  he is quick enough to notice that fingers have been added to our front hooves that signal movement and interest in much the same way ears should. He accepts Nature.   Man becomes one with the herd.

So know this: when, by chance, you meet a horse, he may have come for you as your soul mate to accompany you, heaven-wards…  and, though, the way be hard and you might come to forget this, look into the pool again and you will see, remember and understand.

"Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be

Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band

They were ours as a gift
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep

Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against the blue sky

Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved

Manes and tails flowing
They Gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine

Don't cry for the horses
They will be back someday
When our time has come
They will show us the way

On silver wings they will lift us
To the warmth of the sun
When our life is over
And eternity has begun." ( Author unknown)


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3 responses to “Horse Deity

  1. I didn’t quite get to the point I was really feeling here; that the horse is within, a part of us, whether present or not ‘out there’. I never knew ‘that’ until quite recently. I never knew that the horse has always been there carrying my very soul as I travel(led). And so, even if you have had nothing to do with horses most of your life – like me – it is a consolation to know that the horse is with you, anyway, a part of you, to the very end (or back to our beginnings).

  2. so very true, at the heart of our true nature…. oh, the horses refresh my very soul and remind me of eternal energy, from the beginning to the never ending beginning once again.oh, the horses…. i miss them and you.

  3. I must tell you about what has been happening with Frida and Gretel – it is so amazing I haven’t been able to put it down in words. I haven’t posted it here because it isn’t a dream so much as a reality unfolding in front of my very eyes – they are like two sides of a coin and yet the coin has a power of its own drawing the different sides into it. They are SWEET – a merging of metallic colors reflecting deep energies…

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