I see a lot of things in your eyes.
The gray gelding was tied in the aisle and the sun hit his head. I couldn’t avoid looking at his white eyes but didn’t dare to say anything. I picked up a mouthful of hay and leaned into the aisle to look at the gelding’s head again.
“I hear you munching and feel you staring at me. What’s wrong baby?”
“I see a lot of things in your eyes.” A few straws dropped to the ground.
“What kind of things?”
“I see grass and clouds, flowers and leaves. There is a door and birds, a rivulet and… a star.”
“I see all those things too.”
I circled a couple of times in my stall. That gelding makes me crazy! His wisdom is often not easy to understand. I stopped at the door, picked up some more hay and while munching I asked: “How come?”
“What I have in my eyes is what I have in my mind. Does that make sense to you?”
“What you see is what I have seen and experienced myself.”
I stretched my neck and turned my head a little as to look closer at one single eye. “I don’t see no saddles, no spurs, no bits… There’re no humans in it.”
“Watch closer”, he said without batting an eyelid, “you’ll find them too. The eyes are the windows to ones soul but what they display already went through the heart.”
I let the gray gelding stand alone in the aisle for a while and went a few more small circles in my stall. I stopped in a corner and dropped my head waiting for an answer to hit me. I heard my soul talking to itself and felt confused. After a while I went back to the stall door.
“Do you need help, baby?” asked the gelding, turning just one ear towards me.
“Well, I have known two kinds of humans and you have seen both.” Whispered the gray gelding: “One is the red rivulet of blood.”
“And the other?”