Acrylic on canvas, Age 9 (2004)
 30" x 40"
SOLD (Private Collection)

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...When for the first time in my life I was invited to ride a horse on a farm,
I felt such freedom! But then it occurred to me
that the horse would feel free only without me on his back,
somewhere in the wild.
It reminded me about love:
to truly love we have to be free...
To truly appreciate love
we have to be free when we choose right from wrong.
We can be forced to obey, but we cannot be forced to love...

-Akiane

The Freedom Horse

On the ebony sand
the ashes dig like shovels
Out of each round seed -
a round plant
Out of each round hoof -
a round water splash
The life of the copper mind
gets tarnished
with each green inch of rain

Every year
in the midst of heavy stones
there are cotton plants
A heavy gallop
like a wall for miles
falls calling a bird.
The neigh of a horse
spins like a beak-
Every wave is a short serenade

As boats crowd the rivers and lakes
the round logs beat
against them
and the minds
are mined
Only the free
and wild stallion cuddles
and saddles the sand
without missing a grain.