This old horse

This old horse
 
Looking out my window.  So strange!
People going about their business,
 
all the while still aslumber in their bunks.
Everybody wants to go to heaven
 
(goes the old joke), but nobody wants to die.
I am a fortunate man.  I’ve learned nothing
 
of the secret knowledge
but I know the secret exists.
 
I may not know what Truth is
but I’m learning what Truth is not,
 
seeing Illusion as Illusion
and counting my blessings accordingly.
 
This old horse has gotten a whiff
of the barn and is on his way home.
 
O child of God, are you the horse or the rider?
Or, are you the scent that is summoning you home?