Horse Whispering

We shout,
And they whisper.
In their quiet being,
Centered in softness and balance,
They wait for us.

We approach them too often
With arrogance and pre-conceived notions.
How naive of us to presume to teach;
The student is not the horse.

They wait in the moment
For us to feel their energy and essence.
To finally understand
What comes as easily to them as breath.