John,
Though I don’t have a dog to share it with, the rest of this approximates an experience I’ve had as a late blooming meditator. I occasionally get very hot and my sinews are amplified by a case of peripheral neuropathy that from toes to head echoes a powerful electric shock—so after your “until” I add, “I'm singing the body electric” (echoing Whitman).
Cheers,
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Ralph
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