Riding the Mare
Understand, the mare is neither tool or slave.
Riding the mare, you are not master but mind
Two minds: mutual, they make the ride; when
They diverge, all marred. Marry your mind
To the mare, colabor to a chosen end, and
Then the music of the ride is harmony,
The motion carries man and horse
Together. You are half the body:
Four legs, two arms, eyes and heads:
A centaur now all one.
Let the mare know your will and choose
Your way. The mare will not bridle, will not
Balk, will make your way her way. Force
Hinders. Guide, not steer, your eyes her eyes;
Her hunger then to fill your stomach, her desire
Your wish, your will her way, the way of both.
So it is in other things.