Is the face of your best friend one you can tend to?
He does listen attentively to every sound
That comes forth from your own face. He’s eager for more
From you who is his plaything. What else is in store
Besides good grub and company? What you have found
Is a magnetic consciousness who’s much like you.
I am eager for input just like a young dog.
I suspect that we all are, but I can’t be sure
So I quickly revert to the human I am.
None of us are dogs’ masters… If so, it’s a sham!
We are much more than equal, and they are more pure.
They intuit whenever we’re caught in a fog.
Feeling and full attention flow faithfully fast
Between student and teacher. We each play both parts,
Switching back and forth frequently. Wagging the tail
Is the constant reminder for all to prevail
In this life we’ve provided through convergent hearts
Eagerness for the input life offers is vast.
Language is smartly simple. Words are but the sound
Of intent. It’s vibration the psyche translates
On a much deeper level than left brains can’t know.
They take careful direction if they’re trained well, though.
When both brains commune easily what it creates
Is a heart/soul connection that’s ever profound.
This has been today’s exercise in making sense
With a topic mundane seen another way than
What the rational intellect can allow for.
How I then best describe it some may not ignore.
I produce and receive input. I’m glad I can.
Which it is I am doing remains in suspense.