Close your eyes. Listen to the unspoken call.

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Two powerful horses run across a dry field, with mountains in the background.

A thunder without sky, a first thrill, That breaks the heavy silence of the dream. The call is not a voice, but hooves that spill, Awakening something deep within your seam.

But witness stands, silent and dignified, To the turmoil that has called you here. A jade eye on an ancient guide: Your soul itself, unmoved, sincere.

The dream does not begin with a whisper, but with thunder. A primal force tears you from silence, yet at the same time, a part of you remains a calm witness, observing the beginning.

Two powerful horses run across a dry field.

And now, liberated from flesh, You are the gallop, you are the wind. A river of force breaks fresh, And runs free, conquering, unconfined.

And you learn that freedom is joy, A dance of splashes, a wild flight. A happiness without employ, Without purpose, reason, or right.

Once awakened, the spirit no longer watches, but participates. It merges with the wind, with movement, and discovers that freedom is not an idea, but pure joy, without a name.

Two white geese preen in the golden water of a river at sunset.

Then, from flight, you settle slow, On water warm, like silk it lies. And learn a new, quiet secret's glow, In simple gestures, peaceful, wise.

An elegant Italian greyhound stands in a field.

You discover in the stillness deep, A nobility without a word, That is not noise, but light to keep, Binding heaven to earth, unstirred.

After the exaltation of freedom, the journey settles. Energy transforms into warmth, and noisy joy becomes quiet peace. Here you learn the nobility of simple gestures.

A human silhouette looking at the horizon at dusk.

And then, when all is fulfilled, You remain alone, beneath empty sky. In your shadow, you are revealed, Playing your final role, you and I.

The same silhouette, now illuminating itself with its own light source.

And you understand: the call you followed, The flight, the peace, the soaring height, Were not in the world, but were hollowed Within you. You are all. You are. That's right.

And at the end, when all has settled, you find yourself. The outer journey has ended to reveal the inner one. The light you saw in the world was, in fact, yours.