Many things are happening, yet at the same time,
not very much at all. Doing nothing gets easier
when there is less and less for you to do.
Watching the whole thing come down
in sweet and simple harmony is not being lazy,
although laziness was my old dog’s preferred mode
of apparent manifestation in this space/time dimension.
He’s now passed on to a lazier realm still, bequeathing
us a rich legacy of splendid laziness to emulate, once
we’ve attained the necessary spiritual maturity to
naturally and spontaneously let go and relax
in the midst of all the 10,000 things.
In that sense, he has transcended his previous
assignment as a smiley furry pet, gladdening us
with his waggy ways, and now stands in our heart,
a molecular chaperone of canine wisdom, pointing
to the sublime truth of spacious uncontrived laziness.
How can we repay his generous kindness, but to stop
worrying about stupid human stuff and take it easy —
that would likely be his gracious recommendation,
and it seems like an excellent one at that!