THE SNOW GARDEN

I have been dazzled by a white horse that provokes the fabric of my essence. He has approached me and I have faltered each time in his wake. I shimmer with uncontrollable thoughts as I stand hopelessly before him and I loose all sense of realistic boundaries when I am in his presence. Provocation is his weapon of choice and I have simply fallen victim to it. I can’t seem to shake him off for he has invaded my thoughts and my dreams and he effects me even when he‘s miles away.

He represents everything that I despise in this shattered rainbow culture of ours. I have entered into his world where Queen Tina reigns supreme in her everlasting garden of snow. And he, the White Horse, her very loyal companion, for it’s her that he belongs too and he will betray even me to do her will. I stand breathing in the night air feeling the falling snow touch my skin. Oh, how it so tingles. Oh, how it so tingles, oh how it so tingles…

The White Horse approaches me yet again and his head gently pushes up against my own. I can feel his breath on my neck and the whiteness of my surroundings explodes into those shattered colors. I loose the air in my lungs, and for a moment, I can’t breath and I then see his eyes come into focus and I realize that I have been released. I am no longer held back by the limitations of my life or my body. He is my liberator, my knight, my diluted salvation.

I am taken up upon his bareback and we travel through the falling snow. We ride along side a grey fox, a grizzly bear, and a complex rainbow of color. Both the grey fox and the grizzly bear both smile, grinning their teeth at me, welcoming me into their fold. I returned their smile knowing in the back of my mind that none of this is making any sense but that realistic knowledge is so far away that even I couldn’t reach inside myself to soak in those simple truths.

“Where are we going?” I asked in bewilderment. The White Horse laughed. “We are living in the moment… for all that matters now is the moment”, he replied. So I obeyed his command and I held on tighter to him not wanting to ever let go, doing my best to focus on the then and now.

My eyes opened and the snow had stopped falling. The White Horse was gone and I was left with nothing more than memories of him. I heard a quiet whisper in the slight breeze of the air. “I’ll be back for you.” He says, and I know he will be. And when this magnificent White Horse returns for me, I won’t be able to say no.