A quest for a higher reality.

A wolf. Pacing back and forth. At the Minnesota State Zoo.  Reminded me of myself. I do the same. Frequently. In order to stay in the shade. On a sunny day.  Because I want to stay in motion. And avoid sunburn. And to remain relatively cool. But mostly, I’m thinking. And getting lost. In a rhythm.  Maybe it’s similar to a swimmer. Swimming one lap after another. Fifty laps. Anyway, it’s apparent. I’m a wolf. A lone wolf. Pacing.  Pacing. Pacing. In a zoo. Being observed.  By a higher form of life.  Without really knowing it. Because I’m wrapped up. In my own little world. Oblivious of the observers. Wondering if I’ll ever experience a higher reality. Where I am the one and only true observer. Of creation. –Jim Broede