by Stanley Moss
Until the rain takes over my life I’ll never change,
although I know by heart the Lord’s Prayer and the prayer Christ prayed
to his father in John, chapter 17, sanctifying himself.
Trying to convert me would be like teaching a dog to drive a car
just because it likes to go out for a drive—and save the poor mutt
from the greater or lesser vehicles of Buddhism.
On the other hand I am a dog that has been well treated
by his master. He kisses me and I like his face. When he can
he lets me off the leash in the woods or at the beach.
I often sleep in his bed.