It’s 14 years from now and the dog died today,
or was it yesterday?
The stunning thing is how absolutely none of this matters.
The biggest effect on my person seems to be a view of evergreens, fennel plants and a scaled sky with white accents.
What I do is really just a bird’s chirp in a cacophony of city noise.
Hardly noticed, barely audible.
Probably as good as silent, laying low and humble.
Be entertained by this? By humor? By surprise? By explosive developments?
By the interplay with Atman and Brahman?
What exactly is goin on here?
I slide across ocean water.
I twist with the physics of the planet.
I am such a small energetic part of it.
Deepak Chopra is a funny man.