dandelion soul.

this morning in harold washington park a friend's dog was racing ahead and running all the way around the whole place in ecstasy after having escaped an attack the other day. wistfully i watched him run and looked back at mister lollygagging along- (ha, i didn't know lollygagging was slang for sexual play)-(lolly, tongue, gag, trick) he was dawdling, dallying, he was ruminating, he was wool gathering, he was sneezing at dandelions. i said, they're always lagging behind or racing ahead, aren't they? my friend remarked how composed mister is, was he always that way? i said he had a troubled youth, we had to work to bring out his better angel. i saw it inside. he said, that's the way we should treat each other, and i said that's true, he taught me that. i want to do it with humans too, the way i'd want to be treated, to have someone see my better angel, my soul, and in the same vision see their own. two have to recognize one. that's the way it felt with mister. it takes a great humble soul to see the other as they want to be. as both want to be. i'm seeing soul as a continuous thing, passage, more than entity possessed, a moving place, between beings.