Three Horses Drink Water
      at the Riverbank

            One white, one red, one black             Three horses are drinking at the riverbank
  They drink at their own pace, some up             Some down
Sometimes their heads reach the river             At the same time
                      As if a river were flowing             Out of their mouths
As their minds flow from the river source             Still innocent,
                                                                              clear,
                                    undisturbed

The sun is setting slowly                         A man watches,without blinking
How a river disappears
            into the night                         Held in the mouths of three horses