Rushing and racing into the saddle, pressing forward, never
letting up, just dancing into the future with smiles on our
faces and in our hearts.
Fascinating and electrically building a wonderful feeling of
optimism, hoping and finding our way onto another plain of
life, one where we can find ourselves.
Keeping energy rising ever higher, never doubting our fidelity
to an interior spirituality touching our souls so delicately
while finding our way.
Into a magical mystery that so far cannot be given entrance to,
for that has to wait until the exact moment of life leaving and
death taking over at last, no longer being in the saddle on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem