Yearning and Satisfaction

The dog had gradually grown senile with age. Now, even though he was recently fed, he would wander back to the kitchen repeatedly to stare at his bowl, as if something new might appear miraculously and finally satisfy his longing.

Perhaps there is something familiar about this, something reminiscent of our own habitual activity, our own chronic search for that one special person, experience, or insight which will do the trick, dispel our doubts, ease the suffering, grant relief, and make everything right, once and for all.

Meanwhile, the dog returns to the kitchen and stares again into his empty bowl. If he wasn’t almost blind by now, he would see his own snout reflected in the shiny metal dish. As it is, he stands there for a long time. Nothing happens.


About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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