I am walking down the hallway in this house,
but really I am walking through myself.
It is just like a waking dream — I am walking
above the ground, maybe a few inches or feet.
It doesn’t matter when you are the one walking
through the air, the air of your own mind.
If we discard the concept “your own”,
what is it that still remains?
How far is up, how low is down, how wide
is the world inside the dream projector?
As long as we are thinking about it, maybe
we will take that panting dog for a walk.
Here, memory and fantasy collude to create this scene
which is only happening as a kind of neural event.
The dog wags its tail in anticipation, it knows
the leash is a good sign, a hopeful signal —
no need for any abstruse philosophy.
The air is filled with a wildly compelling fragrance,
the ground is a treasure map, there’s no time like now.
Soon God is trotting along in the form of a dog.
Discard the concept “God”, and what remains?
As we are pondering that very thing, the leash
is suddenly jerked from our hand, the chase is on.
The dog has spotted a squirrel, and even if we are
transparent characters in a quantum hologram,
there is plenty of enthusiasm to go around.
The squirrel races up a tree and barks down
at the dog, the dog looks up and barks back.
Everyone’s enjoying a very fine time, regardless
of how this whole thing is dreamed up.