“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.
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)