Dear Song Dog
When Jenna and I walk at night we pass under streetlights and through darker areas.
The dark spaces aren’t dark when your eyes adjust to them.
On these walks my thoughts meander from being present to thinking about you, and I think about life and death.
I think about the Buddhist concept of the bardo: another plane or space that one exists after one dies but before being reborn. I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation the way it sometimes gets presented, but from an energy expansion and contraction perspective I suppose there is something to it.
In the bardo one is groundless. The bardo is symbolic of the unknown and also the things we fear the most, but at the same time it is a sense of home beyond humanity.