Mirror Without a Frame

The path of true horsemanship

No spur, no rein, no harsh demand

can guide what love alone commands.

Not your hands, but your stillest breath—

not control, but truth beneath.

The horse does not respond to pride,

but walks with those who walk inside—

into the quiet, calm, and deep,

where wounds lie down and egos sleep.

You say the horse is wild, untrue.

But what they show is more of you.

A trembling thought, a hidden ache—

they mirror all you will not face.

They teach no lesson, make no claim,

but carry light without a name.

They lift you not to win or boast,

but to return you to the ghost—

the silent soul you left behind

when you forgot to simply be… not mind.

No need to lead, no need to chase.

Just clear your heart and hold the space.

And in that stillness, soft and wide,

you’ll find the horse waits by your side.

Not to perform, not to obey—

but to remind you of the way.

To walk with breath instead of force,

to find the rhythm of the Source.

So drop the bridle, loose the rein.

Let love, not fear, become the lane.

And in that field where trust is born,

the dance begins, no longer torn.

You’ll find, as presence takes the lead,

you were the student… they the steed.

Giselle