Life of a Dog

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2/10/24 – 4:57 PM

Here at the end, with focus dwindling to one,
I lay naked and unshowered on dirty bedsheets
to tap out another day in the life of an under-stimulated-
“Mind if I join you?”
My dog disturbs my train of thought as he jumps up.
Tossing and digging at the blanket, he walks circles 
before giving up and laying down with a heavy sigh.
He has is so easy. No one expects more from him than love.
I wish my life were like that, carefree and shameless.
I feel the heavy burden of expectation like a collar around my neck,
leashed to some gloomy shadow of inflamed outer projection.
To be a dog, to be truly present without inner judgement
sounds like the most divine luxury of all God's creation.
To love and be loved with reckless abandon and
never feel the push of guilt or shame even for a moment,
that is a life I truly envy from the very depths of my heart.
To never have homework or chores ever again in my lifetime.
How can I channel the life of a dog more in my daily routine?
Such grand wisdom in such simplicity.
I wish for a great number of things everyday,
but right now, I wish only to be a dog.