Dog Psalm #71

God is near.
Heaven is all around us.

Dog Psalm #54

By the heavenly light and affirmative energy

of my Himalayan salt lamp

I can see deep into the Goodness of being.

Go forth and shine your light.

May your ions be positive.

Dog Psalm #40

Bird Song

I know what the birds say when they sing.

They talk about the sweet downy nest;

and the warmth and comfort 

that is found between wing and breast;

how the wind is heaven's highway leading you home.

Dog Psalm #38

'The rapture' did come.

Heaven is on earth

 

and open to all.

Fare Thee Well

Dearest, darling Dudley;

We will miss you dear girl.

Thank you for loving us through our hard times

and pointing us towards and sharing 

the simple joys of so many days.

You are free now of the body that could no longer

serve your great and generous soul.

 

Your spirit rides the wind and brightens the sky.

Dog Psalm #35

Heaven is not only above you.

 It is within you, in the best of you.

Dwell in it. Share it.

Dog Psalm 15: The power of Myth

WONDERING

How could a mouse carry that enormous

4 armed

man-elephant-deity

Ganesh?

He's hardly 4 inches tall.

He's remarkably sturdy even without feet

but still...

How is it possible? How can I believe?

  

OH! He's a God in his own right,

an agent of transformation.

 

That's why he wears the fancy coat

and always brings something to offer.

He does smell sacred.

Sunday Dog Pslam #2

Dear Heavenly One,
Thank you for nature and walks and the time to commune
with my person and our surroundings.
Thank you for my ability to take scent pictures
and my knowledge of the language of trees.

People use cameras to capture and see, recall, envision.
I use my nose.
My nose is like a highly sophisticated camera.
Humans can not even begin to fathom my
shutter speed or white balance mechanism
it is so finely, cosmically tuned.

I have an internal instrument that allows me to connect and create.
And I thank the Great Being for this wonderous gift.

I can convert my scent pictures into 3-d movie dreams
that enable me to live the story.
My paws run, I snort, bark, twitch.
I am fully engaged with what I have encountered.
I reconstitute and recreate.
I can return to each story again and again
in search of meaning, knowledge, connection.

This tree tells me
the story of a man who sought freedom 200 years ago,
he was running from persecution.
He rested often beneath this tree
and the time, shade and roots taught him
how to stop running,
and stand for Freedom.

This tree tells me
of the wealthy but neglected child
who stabbed at this tree
trying to find his own true heart
as he waited for the school bus
angry, lonely and afraid.

This tree tells me
of the birds and squirrels who used this tree as safe harbor
from weather, predators and famine.
The hardships of being other, lame or weak.
The demands of being forthright, resilient, strong.

This tree tells me
of the circle and cycle of life.
It is home to the vibrant red cardinal
who is the reincarnation of Rosie the greyhound.
Recognizing her reassures, encourages, teaches us.

This tree tells me
what is
and if
I am home.

Like so many others,
I leave my stories here
with this great tree
the glorious Wayland Tree
I leave them to honor and cherish
the world and myself

This tree tells me I am a part of the story of
struggle and transcendence.
This tree tells me how to recognize peace
and piece together the elements of eternity.