sore back, sore heart

maybe sore ego too, but the heart of the matter is what is most sore... feeling the lonelies swallowing everything... feeling all the sadness, disappointments, betrayals, insensitivities, and cruelties of all the lifetimes of all the beings that ever lived in every universe that ever was or will be... and in this moment, the death of the dream... again... the endlessly repeating saddest moment of all... the dog comes out for water, but there is none... a dry bowl... he scurries back to bed as if punished, as if there is no love anywhere, as it all that's left to do is sleep... or die... stretch the aching back to fill the water bowl and leave a treat next to it for when he comes out again... and sigh...