Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,skill - more of each
than you have - inspiration
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensional life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
Out of the silence came horses. In this sacred place the herd emerged from the summer air, shimmering with equine magic. Their soft eyes and inquisitive noses probing 'other than horse' with gentle questions.
For me the horse has always carried the energy of The Goddess. In my personal mythology the name of that Goddess is Danu Anna, the Mother Goddess of The Tuatha de Danann - the people who are my ancient Celtic ancestors.
I have always agreed with the sentiment that "horses make a landscape look more beautiful" (I'm sure you know -it's the name of a collection of poems by Alice Walker - none of which are about horses).
Over the years various of these wild Dartmoor Ponies have come to me when I needed them. In times of trouble, especially if you are dissociated or suffering from soul loss, ponies will respond to your energy by coming to stand in companionship and compassion with you. They will also come simply to be; inquisitive and gently probing with their soft noses and their kind eyes they are one of the most beautiful ways I can think of to engage with the more than human world. Whether you are sad or full of wild delights - find a pony and tell it your name, who knows what might happen.