Philosophical Dogs Live On
Creation was created out of nothing.
I look out the window,
see lots of somethings.
My dog knows that time is a dimension,
his NOW extends to other time lines;
- the now, past and future. Bowwow.
It’s his nose you see.
The lady in the 7/11 hands me some change,
I mean both 'hand' and ‘handed’ me,
because if time is a dimension the past remains.
Somewhere also
the change is seeking my open hand.
I am not there at the 7/11 now,
yet I am, even though
the shop may no longer exist here
it still does there.
The past does not agree with its non-existence.
Regarding creation being created from nothing,
then what created that nothing?
What was that womb of potentiality?
Maybe even who?
My dog grins,
I know he thinks I think too much.
What dog? He died long ago,
but…………
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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