After the storm,
a clearing,
a hole in the flute,
the sky where we live,
finding it’s wings again,
a deep sigh,
light after dark,
a fresh poem,
wake up, wake up,
to the joy of existence.
Good morning from Simon, the three-day Northeaster appears to finally be moving along, and Simon sends his greetings to you and to the New York Carriage horses. Simon understands what it is like to really be abused, he wishes the horses a long and happy life in New York City, where they belong, he wishes for a wiser and more realistic and mystical understanding of animals. He knows well that working animals belong among human beings, where they have lived and worked for many thousands of years.
