The Shit and I
March 20, 2011
One day while walking through the path leading to my house, a piece of dog shit appeared.
I continued to walk, and went home.
Day in day out, whenever I ventured out or returned home, the shit and I met.
When walking in the dark, I exercised a bit more caution while treading on the path.
Yet continued to co-exist with the shit that has occupied a rather predominant space on my path.
A few more sunny days later, the shit turned dry.
By this time, my son and I have already learned to harmoniously live with the shit on our path.
We know its exact place and even in darkness, we no longer fear its existence.
One day, rain falls.
And the piece of shit disintegrated.
I took a broom and swept everything clean from my path.
Photo: CK (Secret Nine Productions)
Glad you cleaned it up finally! Whatever that does not belong to the integrated body ought to be cleaned up. Make us much more beautiful!
I love this.
Not that I love shit, of course.
But as you know, along with my LBFF, I do adore the perfection that shit can be.
Your story reminds me of a Zen koan….something to think about as I go through my day.