If you put the horse in front of the cart, it will go a long way

The horse is your deepest desire that moves you

The cart is the stuff you do

Be the horse and the cart will appear

Be the cart and the horse will go grazing somewhere

We think one day when the sun is out and the sky is blue

And the cart is painted bright and ready to move

A whistle, it will take, to make the horse appear

It ain’t happening – unless you reverse it

Find your horse and talk to it

Let it roam the internal plains and tell you what it sees

Trust your horse as you ride it

The cart will appear with wobbly wheels and the weather will dig in her heels

And you will wonder why do I even try

Where you begin and where you end matter little

For in the long way that goes in the blink of an eye

You quench your deepest desire.