Our new dog, named for the beloved poet,
Ate a book which unfortunately we had
Fortunately it was the Bhagavad Gita,
Of which many copies are available.
Every day now, as Percy grows
Into the beauty of his life, we touch
His wild, curly head and say,
“Oh, wisest of little dogs.”
The self-help book market has exploded in the recent decade and spiritual/religious offerings too are abundant in stores and on the internet. We have daily meditations perched on the commode tank, daily inspirations popping up automatically in our email, and just yesterday I just heard advertised on the radio “California Psychics” who will do a reading for you on the phone to help you discover your deepest truths. It seems we humans devour wisdom where ever we may. But are we really digesting it? Does the wisdom of the ages just pass through us? I am thinking of Percy, the young dog, and young of our own kind. Perhaps they, like us, grow into our wild beauty and don’t need the extra help of books and lectures. Oh sure, don’t get me wrong, we can all use refinement. But what if we looked at our children, at our friends and enemies, and at ourselves as beautiful wild beings, even when they “chew” up what is precious to us? Instead of blaming, we say to all,”oh wise and beautiful one.” We offer our hearts, knowing that books can always be replaced.
How do you do to grow in wisdom, beauty, and wildness?