When the Earth was quiet and the people’s hearts were restless,
The Great Spirit saw that they needed a guide,
Someone who could carry their dreams across the vast plains,
But how could they rise without the strength to run free?
And so, the Great Spirit called upon the Horse,
A creature born of the winds, with hooves that struck the Earth like thunder.
But why was the Horse chosen?
What wisdom did the Horse carry that the people could not?
What made it the companion of warriors and dreamers alike?
The Horse came not with a roar, but with a soft gallop,
It moved with grace, but its strength was unmatched.
The people watched, awe in their hearts,
For in the Horse, they saw not just a beast,
But a spirit, a guide to carry them through their journey.
The first rider, unsure of the path ahead,
Looked to the Horse and asked, “How will I find my way?”
The Horse did not answer in words,
But with the steady beat of its hooves,
The Earth beneath them rumbled with power,
And the wind whispered, “Follow me.”
So, they rode together — man and Horse,
Not as separate beings, but as one,
Two spirits bound by trust,
The Earth beneath their feet, the sky above their heads.
And the journey became clear, not because the Horse showed the way,
But because the Horse trusted the rider to follow their heart.
Since that time, the Horse is not just a mount,
But a spirit, a symbol of freedom, trust, and connection.
It is the wind beneath our wings,
The call to move forward, to rise above the challenges.
And when we ask, “How will I find my way?”
The Horse answers with a gallop,
A reminder that the journey is not about knowing the destination,
But about trusting the ride.
We call him Tsonii —
He Who Rides the Wind,
The Spirit of Freedom and Guidance.
