Down facing dog, #128

Spot had no
front paws,
not lopped off
in some mishap
but a defect
of his birth
or some gift
given to him
by the maker,
and so drug
himself around
howling just like
the other dogs,
but for Spot,
on two back legs
nose down.

Center your attention
on your chest,
pressed to the ground.
Allow the weight
of the moment
to overcome
the moment. Breathe,
in out.
Hold for a moment,
a moment longer.
And on the out breath,
release.
Allow the body
to be in this
moment, content
in the here and now.

Spot sniffing the earth
as if hunting,
great canine
carmel colored,
man’s good friend,
always hunting
through the garden
or the garbage,
lying out
in the front yard
watching the birds
twisting on wings
while he laid
day dreaming
of some quail
or rabbit.

Center on the truth
of the breath,
in and out,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp in and out.
On the next stretch,
holding for a moment
at the body’s limits.
Release.
Let the floor hold
the weight of the body.
Feel the breath.
Allow the body
to be how it is,
what it is, in this
moment. Content
here and now.

Spot never
caught much
on his quests
but a cold
from the dirt
sucked up
in his vacuum
cleaner nose,
so the time came
for us and Spot
in his third year
when we had to
put him down
out of love
due to asthma
born of snorting.

Focus on the fact
that you are breathing,
in and out.
On the in-breath
stretch and lengthen,
holding for a moment,
and on the out breath,
release.
Contract and expand.
Feel the breath
within the motion.
Allow the body
to be where it is,
what it is, in this
moment, content
in the here and now.

Spot. Snorting dust
bunnies, who’d chase
him round the house
tracks left by boots
from when kids
would traipse in
from outside
all sniffling
and runny,
and discarded
boogers, old skin,
bits of hair
and nail, dried
like cured meat
and changed
into ashes.

In and out.
You are breathing.
We are all
breathing, heavy
in our bodies,
taking in this gift
of air, pumping
oxygen to blood.
Content in this
moment,
in out.
Allow all thoughts
of judgment
to slip away.
Be content
in the here and now.

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