Wolf. Horse. Mountain. Snow. Separate, they baffle. In the logic of the dream they all know their place & time. In the vision, I am the wolf. I am the horse. I am the cold wind. I am that distant mountain. I am that speed. I am that stillness. It holds. It holds. But only for one moment. One moment. One moment.
Dear Dr L. Tzu,
So what you have not said in any of the letters you have not sent in answer to the enquiry I meant to send about the meaning of my recurrent dream of the three horses in the black and white - please indicate what I am supposed to make of such an inscrutability.
Forever yours,
R
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