Peace Dog

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“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.” – Milan Kundera

Of Dogs and Gods

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I adore the echo a dog creates,

as it gallops full throttle with

no particular place to go.

The clamor contentment provides while

back scratching in the snow.

The sound of patience whilst on the hunt for crow.

Sounds like thunder

Smells like rain

Feels like dog and the gods, are one in the same.

Let Me Know

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Let me ask you this,

‘how would it be if we kissed…nose to muzzle, muzzle to this?’

With the onslaught of winter wind from the trees would it bring me to inspiration from bend-ed knee.

I clasp upon what you have given me…snowy wool, star-like gaze, wandering that cannot be betrayed.

Two feet to four paws, I have always been in awe.

These stages of pronounced reverence have given to the inspiration that I need.

…

Mile upon, as far as the crow flies, mile, there has only been deliverence from what we are forced to see.

I could walk with you for a distance of markers, blank and unforgiven, in the wilderness.

How basic? To live, to live, to live, with that which pardons the manner in which we give.