Spirit Horse – Ancestral Bloodline

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Horse carries the dreams of the ancestors

The horse does not just run across the steppe,
But carries the dreams of the ancestors.
 
Each red paint streak – is the blood of the warrior,
Each curved line – the sound of the sacred drum.
 
The horse's eyes look as far as the bottomless sky,
The ears listen to the whispers of the mother earth,
 
Each step is an ancient teaching,
Guiding people back to the forest.
 
On the horse's body, feathers spin,
Like a spiral of life between wind and soul.
Fire – water – stone – tree blend in the breath,
 
All live in the supple shape of the horse.
The natives call: "You are the messenger,"
 
Guiding the soul over mountains and rivers.
Without a rein, without the need for an old path,
The horse carries the faith and runs forever to the east.
 
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