Today, I woke up feeling physically ‘crappy’, and the mood is still persisting…,
That’s correct, it is just a mood…,
And, because, I normally feel great physically, I start panicking when this ‘crappiness’ grips me, and I start thinking ‘wonky’…,
I’m starting to come out of it just a tad, but not by much, mind you, maybe 5% or so, so, let’s take what I say with a huge pinch of salt,
I may renege on some of it tomorrow, or next year, or whatever…


Anyways, it is late afternoon, and I begin reading one of my favourite spiritual books in the hopes that I may get some ‘enlightenment’,
I was lucky, I hit upon a fantastic stretch in the book, and my noggin starts workin’,
I get up to get a drink of water from the kitchen, and there was Molly, the beloved’s mutt,
It is an uncharacteristically cold and rainy winter’s day in Limassol, today,
As I’m sipping the water, I look down at Molly,
And I thinks to myself:
“God, why would anyone choose to incarnate as this mutt,
When we have so many other endless choices,
For that matter, why did I choose to incarnate as me, when I coulda’ have appeared as Sean Connery or something…”,
Although who knows, I may have dome Sean Connery in some distant past,[the equivalent thereof, anyway…, lol…, or ‘future’],
My train of thought gravitates back to Molly,
Lowly hound, serving the beloved…,
Aaahhh, that’s a clue,
Molly is ‘serving’ the beloved, and when I think of the utter pleasure the beloved gets from Molly,
I start to thinks further,
I thinks of the incredible love she has for Molly,
What constant companionship Molly provides,
What joy she gives to the beloved as she accepts a dog biscuit from her…,


“My god…,”, me thinks, I could not give such unselfish love by incarnating as the ‘lowly’ Molly in a million years of trying,
I have played nurse to a friend or two and nearly ended up jumping off the proverbial 13th floor…,
So I bend down and look long and deep into Molly’s eyes,
And I swear, I thought I caught a glimpse of the utter divinity in Molly, and it choked me up and I wanted to weep uncontrollably,
But, my damn proprietary stopped me, I will weep when I’m alone,
Not sorrowful tears, mind you, but tears of incredible and ineffable joy,
Tears of liberation from my enigmatic existence…,
As I realized intensely that Molly was living an extraordinarily complex life thru serving the beloved,
And I was humbled, and I was grateful to Molly, ‘the lowly mutt’ for the cosmic lesson she taught me today…