Horse in Light Oh, gentle power. You appeared in my dreams as a beautiful horse, bronzed by the light of the sun. You looked at me intently, but with an infinite patience, waiting for me to see you. The first thing I noticed was that you didn't fit in among the nightmare that was going on around me--people being hunted, chopped up by machetes, nobody able to run away fast enough. You were silent and steadfast. You remained in one place unaffected by the chaos, as if offering yourself as a quiet power to show me out of the illusion, and into the light, into the safety of knowing that it was the stories that we were telling and holding onto so tightly that were the source of our ultimate terror. Next time when I'm am not awakened by too much fear, I hope to hop on your back and let you take me out of bounds, to let you show me everything I couldn't see before.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.--Rumi