2004
Understanding harmonies.
Vaughn L. Brown
Yes fellows, yes; I do ride with more than the horse.
Fellow humans of every kind, indeed I ride with my mount in harmony:
Harmony; as if we were a part of each other.
I am proud to say, fellows, that I bear no gun; for that is not harmony; not at all.
Every pace, whichever gait; we ride until we stop; fellows, we do not fear.
Fear is not harmony, as a rider; my mount, my horse is a part of me.
I denounce work and stress; thus I care and love my horse; yes I do: I do.
The harmony that we share, shall it allow for us to gain more than what we lose?
Shall we, in harmony, understand each other's languages?
I ride with ease and with confidence that does not apply to everyone;
For I know the horse language.
I say, fellows, do not despair; wipe away your tears:
You can understand the language if you allow yourself to do so.
Yes, fellows, understand the language of peace; carry no gun and harmony will belong:
In your soul,
Yes fellows, yes; I do ride with more than the horse. |