reins came
together,

community

clenched
tight in her
buckskin-gloved
fist,

good grasp

triple gems
of Jainism rained
down upon her in crisp
autumn, she breathes,

liberation 

the
golden leaves
fall to the ground,

Right Faith, Right
Knowledge, Right Conduct

the horse quit
on its own accord,
she recited the Navakar
Mantra and what came from
the Jainism prayer kept total
karmas from binding her soul,
she rose to the cliff on horseback
climbing by hoof on the rise of the
ladder of spiritual evolution,

ascension

she heard
ethereal voices
from the Pisgah pinnacle,
"anger destroys good relations,
pride destroys humility, deceit
destroys peace, and greed destroys
everything,"

communication

the horse hairs
imbedded in the
saddle blanket were
shedding past karmas,
but it was up to her to decide
which method of shedding past
karmas,

contemplation

would it
be by the
passive method
by allowing karmas
to ripen in due course
of time, or by the active
method where she would
practice penances to accelerate
the ripening process, preparing and
conditioning the soul reminding it to be
vigilant?

nature

under your
Hindu influence,
mentor, lover, and
her willingness, the
ride will take you to many
golden opportunities,

I...

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