TO MY LITTLE DOG, FREDDIE

Freddie and the lights!

Freddie and the lights!

one
We lean against walls together, pretending they are solid.
Find ourselves falling through them
find ourselves flying!

two
For the little white dog every smell is a door
opening to rooms whose ceilings are so high
they have their  own atmosphere, their own sun and moon.
He enters, guided by lights only he can see
and  I who have drunk rain water from the hoof print of a white calf
choose to follow.

.
freddie in samadhi

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