19/08/2025
“The Spirit of the Wild Horse”
Long ago, when the winds still carried the songs of the ancestors, the wild horse roamed freely across the vast desert. Its coat was as dark as the earth beneath it, and its mane flowed like the river of the sky. The people believed the horse was more than just a creature of the land — it was a spirit, a bridge between the Earth and the heavens.
The wild horse did not run for power or speed; it ran for freedom. It ran with the wind, its body and spirit intertwined with the energy of the world. The people say that when the horse gallops across the horizon, the birds take flight with it, rising up to the sun, carrying messages from the past, the present, and the future.
The elders speak of a time when a lone horse appeared at the edge of the village, its eyes filled with wisdom older than the mountains. It stood, not as a messenger of war, but as a reminder of the deep connection between the people and the earth. The horse was the spirit of endurance, teaching that life is not about speed, but about knowing when to stand tall, when to move forward, and when to be still in the presence of the sacred.
The People honor the wild horse for its strength, its quiet resilience, and its deep connection to the land. They say, “When the horse runs, it is not just running for itself, but for the souls that have gone before, and for the generations yet to come.”
