Riding bareback has it’s benefits. As I race through life, I get to feel the heat,the sweat and the raw muscular tension, keeping me in touch with the experience. Primal, earthy, natural.
But sometimes, as I rest in the cave of solitude, there is no light in the hollow; and I wonder if I change during that time in the darkness. Certainly, I must. I am decaying, and time runs swiftly through my bones. Hurry now, write it down….
nolightinthehollow 