Across the plains on horseback

My beautiful horse is not
my horse
it belongs
to itself
like i
do

simple
and wise
are the ways
of beautiful  horse

my pipe
is not my
pipe
it still belongs
to the elder tree
who borrowed
it to
me

simple
and wise
are the ways
of  borrowing
elder tree

my words
are not
my words
they still
belong
to the Abc
who kindly lend
them to
me

simple
and wise
are the ways
of the splendid
a b & c


my freedom
no longer
belongs to me
i used to think
that it was my
property
until it was
given wings
on a magnificent
day

simple
and wise
are the ways
of winged freedom

simple
and wise
are the ways
that lead
one to
pureness
of the senses
and joy
of the soul

one day
i shall
become
myself
again
and
memories
of the past
will merge
with the
present
like
a fish
to water
and
all shall
be as new

the streets
will be covered
in flowers
and music
sweet music
will play
from the
orchids
and the comfrey
linnenflowers
 honeybane
& parsley

and from
out of nowhere
there will
appear  a red
shining figurine
of a man or a woman
dancing to
the pulsating
rythm of
pure
enchantment

vivid
and beautiful
is the well
of the imagination
as it pours
with splendour
the gifts
of second
sight