My Brown Horse

by Joanna D.

Physically, emotionally compromised, I lay down. Rest… sleep. With unsettledness comes diseased feeling. Drifting towards dreamland I see him. Standing nearby; my avatar – strong, steady. My avatar. He takes shape of a mighty brown horse. His appearance: humble and kind yet powerful. When I am confused, he waits with me – patience. When I am sick, he takes watch – protection. When I am broken, he carries me – compassion.

When I awake, I awake in awe. Gratitude… OM Hari OM.

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