Every move
Every touch
All you need is but a brush
Move a fingure along their neck
The space between you stay the same
One body that contains two
control is not to claim
four feet move with two
one solum sound all within a beat
so many ripples in one puddle
the blanket of beauty surrounds you
hugging your waist
brushing your fingure tips
No ropes connect you
No chains
Just the trust and friendship within your heats
You and your horse
As one
This poem just touchs the outline of natural horsemanship. :)
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