I Dream of Riding
I dream of riding a great slow horse through an open place. There is much light where he walks, but the light illumes nothing. Where are we? The light widens into a river. We walk out toward the center. I can feel the bottomless light beneath us, as deep as the horse's flanks in places, or else impassable. I am frightened and confused. I lie curled against the animal for comfort, my hands grip his mane, but I fall. I cry out.
photo: Mark Waters, Marking Time
posted by Joyce Ellen Davis at 10:11 AM
7 Comments:
That's a lovely picture!
Have you ever gotten the chance to live that dream?
I started taking horse-riding lessons, once, but didn't get too far.
Not since I was seven or so, and rode my friend's old white sway-back horse named "Lucky." He was slow, and had huge yellow teeth. I was scared of him. And, hey! I used to watch ants. I made them little boats out of leaves from the fig tree in our back yard, and floated them down the river when the trees got watered.
BTW, it's nice to have you visit! Come back anytime.
Trust me when I say this.. I'm not kidding!!
I used to get dreams of 'flying', often, but it had been a while since I last dreamt of it.
Yesterday I read one of your previous posts on the same subject, and guess what, I dreamt of it again!
I could always raise myself higher, or fly lower (in my dreams, of course) whenever required, but I never really paid attention to HOW i did it. And the weird thing is, I actually thought in my dream, "Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Ah, that's what Pepek said..."
Felt extremely odd when I awoke...
Oh, the White Swayback must've been beautiful!
Dreams make us go!
Great picture!
Supriya & Gautami, so nice to have you both visit! Come back soon.
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