Los Acres...
" It has fallen unto us to defend this City, not to protect these stones,"
But the Horses "living within these walls..."
" It has fallen unto us to defend this City, not to protect these stones,"
But the Horses "living within these walls..."
" There once was a Dream called Los Acres, just a whisper, and it could vanish ... a Kingdom for all People and Horses alike..."
" There you are not what you were born but what you have it in yourself to be..." ~Kingdom Of Heaven~
" There you are not what you were born but what you have it in yourself to be..." ~Kingdom Of Heaven~
" Ancestors, we Salute you !! "
"Out of the fullness" of these two Stallions "Grace, He has given us one blessing after another", through their Progeny...
"Out of the fullness" of these two Stallions "Grace, He has given us one blessing after another", through their Progeny...
" Or as we may poetically say, ...
We are Eternal on a whistling storm cloud, on Zephyrus Wind, the Spirit choir loud above the World anthem sings,
Hark to their voice, we have passed through death's door, there is no death, Rejoice, Life Lives evermore,
We are here, have always been, will ever be, we are a portion of Eternity, older than Creation, a part of one Great Whole, as each individual Immortal Soul,
On times, worrying, loom our garments we have rot, eternally we weave a network of Thought,
Our Kin and our Country, by Mind brought to Birth, we are Patterned in Heaven and Air Molded on Earth "
We are Eternal on a whistling storm cloud, on Zephyrus Wind, the Spirit choir loud above the World anthem sings,
Hark to their voice, we have passed through death's door, there is no death, Rejoice, Life Lives evermore,
We are here, have always been, will ever be, we are a portion of Eternity, older than Creation, a part of one Great Whole, as each individual Immortal Soul,
On times, worrying, loom our garments we have rot, eternally we weave a network of Thought,
Our Kin and our Country, by Mind brought to Birth, we are Patterned in Heaven and Air Molded on Earth "
" Will Thou Fear Him ? For His Strength is Great..."
The Ancient Battle Horse of the East...
The Son of the South Wind ....
Of Divine Origin
The Horse that can not be conquered...
The Horse that Conquers...
The Great
Arabian....
Of Divine Origin
The Horse that can not be conquered...
The Horse that Conquers...
The Great
Arabian....
~ Semper Fidelis ~
The Ancient Horse of the West...
The Son of the North Wind...
Of Divine Origin,
The Horse of the Conquest....
And of the Reconquest...
The Noble
Lusitano.....
Of Divine Origin,
The Horse of the Conquest....
And of the Reconquest...
The Noble
Lusitano.....
Horses of Faith .....
Reaching for the Sky......
To Honor your Ancestry...
And remember the Great Masters, for they can see through the Horses Eyes....
.....For is plain to me, that in moments of Danger
the Master gives his Life into the keeping of his Horse.... Xenophon
*Sidi Brahim
The Stallion from the Ancient Al-Andalus...
....we are after all a mere part of Nature, and we stand between the Mountain
and the Ant Somewhere, and only there, as part and parcel of Creation.... Gawany Pony Boy
Originally Battle Horses, have now the mission to enlighten our Lives and show us the Path......
Statues that come to Life.......
They are the Essence of Creation....
Let for once, be the Horse to Whisper......
Dare to Love them for Life...
" Echos of Ancient "
"It was the Effortless Horsemanship where Horse and Rider seemed joined together as they feinted, circled, poised, pirouetted away from and around the Bull's horns, often in an Arena not much bigger than a large sitting room......I began to see how the Greek and Roman concept of the Centaur lived on in this Country of white sunlight and purple shadows, of golden Port and crimson claret, of stark contrasts, of rich and poor, and of Horses and Bulls.......The Past seemed to merge with the Present and i realized that here in Lusitania, alive and intact, existed a form of Horsemanship, a living Treasure, known to Xenophon, Alexander the Great and Marcus Aurelius....." Lady Sylvia Loch
From the Book, The Classical Rider
From the Book, The Classical Rider
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" Trusty Steeds they Fly like the Wind, Rider and Beast stretching the Sands, under the Falcon's watchful eye, he with his precarious hold above Cries his Cry of Nature Wild, and He, Horse and Man are caught in a flicker of time. Riders of the Wind and Sand."
From the Book, Spirit and Traditions ( Jordan and Oman )
From the Book, Spirit and Traditions ( Jordan and Oman )
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