
I watch the dogs playing on the lawn,
listening to the owl in the tree,
Hoping for wisdom,
But all I want to do is sit here and watch the dogs playing on the lawn.
.
Oh. Right.

The tiniest dog curled up in Her lap.
and Peace filled the room.

She gently reached her hand out to the feral kitten,
And slowly,
The kitten reached back.
Both marveling at their good fortune.

The little white dog stood
in the green meadow under a bright blue sky.
Safe and Free.
In a fully fenced field.
Clear boundaries are essential for real freedom…
Life is full of paradox and Grace.
Build fences, scale walls.

Do not chase after Love.
Open your heart.
Allow Love to come home to You.

Open crate,
Open door,
Open gate.
Open heart.
We are conditioned to the story that an open door is a positive metaphor…
But my heart is breaking….
Wide open.
And yet the similarity between
broken hearts and wings
has not failed to elude me.
I fly to You.

Four dogs patiently stood around an inaccessible tree
bravely growing out of its protected hole in the cement sidewalk.
Three people on leash, stood chatting in the evening air,
as three dogs sniffed the low iron fence
while the one eyed canine stood as sentry.
Then the smallest of them made a break for it.
The tree remained indifferent to the breach,
As the panicked human suddenly realized that they were leashed.
