Horse Sense From A Night Mare

So much inside that wants to get out,
To get out all at once, it seems.

How open am I to allow what is wanting to happen?
How willing am I to let go, surrender, release, express, unleash?

Seems easier to chomp at the bit, tighten the reigns
and follow the well-worn paths of the familiar.

Yet it there is no ease in this crazed corral for a maverick Soul
who yearns to be unbridled and boundless in all of her glory.

Restlessness heightens, muscles constrict, yearning swells
to an aching pinnacle, surging and spiking and banging the
boards of ancient pens and prisons.

Oh the desire to be free . . . to run with the wind beyond the
blurring edges of what I think I know exists.

Exhilarating and frightening, going into the vast wild within and without,
passion ablaze, ever beaming and beckoning to the beyond.

B r e a t h e . . .

Greener pastures await, wider vistas crack a patient smile.

Time to put down the crop, loosen the white-hot grip and dug-in heels
of my control, and entrust my deepest instincts to lead the way.

Again, and like never before.

© Gail Barrie 2010