05/23/2025
Odin’s Crossing: A Surrealist Farewell in a Cosmic Tapestry
In an orchard where twilight drips like molten sapphire,
hooves hum secrets to a galaxy of fractured stars,
Odin, Bullmastiff-Great Dane sentinel,
stands with paws forged of liquid amber,
his brindle coat a labyrinth of rivers,
each stripe spiraling into the moon’s unblinking, prismatic gaze.
Fifteen years, a kaleidoscope of hay-dust dawns,
where hands from fractured worlds found solace in his shadow,
LFE Riding Institute a cathedral of laughter and healing,
and Odin, a mountain carved from loyalty,
guarded dreams beneath a sky of shattered glass,
where rain fell as whispers of forgotten songs.
Children and adults, their minds a maze of jagged edges,
cognitive storms and behavioral tempests raging within,
found in Odin a silent anchor, his brindle warmth a lighthouse—
for the child whose words were locked in a cage of silence,
Odin’s gentle nudge became a key of starlight;
for the adult whose past was a forest of thorns,
his steady gaze wove a bridge of molten trust,
guiding them through equine therapy’s sacred dance,
where hooves and heartbeats mended broken constellations.
Through his years, equine spirits galloped into the surreal abyss:
Captain America, a comet of crimson and cobalt flames,
blazed in and out in a week, his mane a banner of stardust,
trailing echoes of a shield that sang with thunder,
guiding a child’s trembling hand to courage.
Snowhite, a pearlescent mare, her grey coat a canvas of frozen light,
taught beginnings as her hooves painted galaxies on the earth,
then dissolved with Amaranta, a phoenix of fire and silk,
their shadows merging into a nebula of ancient whispers,
carrying lessons for minds that bloomed in chaos.
Miel Rosada, a honeyed specter born from nowhere,
shattered in a lightning strike, her essence a swarm of electric bees,
humming through the void as a golden storm,
her brief light a spark for a soul lost in shadow.
Berlin, buckskin stallion, a noble steed of molten gold,
his once-wounded heart now a lantern for children,
grounded them as his hooves sank into rivers of liquid time,
his gentle love a balm for their fractured pasts,
until he galloped into a horizon of mirrored skies.
Allegro de La Victoria, a c**t of playful winds,
his laughter a melody of glass bells,
taught alertness to those whose minds raced like comets,
before dissolving into a prism of dew.
And Consentida de Santa Inez, a titan mare of silver mist,
arrived and left one month ago, her mane a cascade of moonbeams,
her steps a dance on a lake of frozen starlight,
her grace a mirror for those learning to stand tall.
Now, the horizon melts into a velvet ocean,
where clocks ooze like candle wax,
and dandelions sprout wings of iridescent flame.
Odin’s tongue, a comet of rose quartz,
laps at the edges of a spiraling eternity,
his graying muzzle a compass of bone and stardust,
pointing to trails woven from the dreams of the lost.
The farm collapses into a carousel of molten clouds,
horses galloping through a mirror of liquid obsidian—
Captain America’s fiery stride ignites the void,
Snowhite’s glow paints constellations on the dark,
Amaranta’s blaze weaves threads of molten ruby,
Miel Rosada’s electric hum sparks a storm of light,
Berlin’s golden calm anchors the chaos,
Allegro’s playful leaps scatter prisms of laughter,
Consentida’s graceful stride spins a web of silver serenity—
all spiraling through a mist of forgotten time.
Odin leaps, a colossus of memory,
into a meadow where bones bloom into feathers of glass,
and every bark erupts as a symphony of fractured light,
echoing through a cathedral of infinite echoes,
carrying the laughter of children, the sighs of adults,
their once-tangled minds now free in the cosmic dance.
He becomes the wind, a braid of dawn’s first breath,
a constellation of hoofbeats and heartbeats,
carrying the scent of hay and the weight of healing hands,
his brindle stripes unfurling into a cosmic tapestry.
Odin, the warrior of love, protector from all evil,
drifts into the surreal with his equine kin,
where endings dissolve into beginnings,
and love is a field of molten gold that never fades.
Goodbye, Odin, titan of the tender earth,
run free in the surreal beyond,
where Captain America races on a steed of thunder,
Snowhite teaches beneath a canopy of frozen stars,
Amaranta blazes through a sky of liquid fire,
Miel Rosada glows as a storm of electric honey,
Berlin steadies a meadow of mirrored light,
Allegro plays in a fountain of glass bells,
and Consentida graces the herd with a crown of moonbeams,
all beside you,
on horses woven from the threads of forgotten constellations,
carrying the spirits of those you healed
into a dawn that never dims.
05/23/2025 12:02 p.m.
