SONNET FOR SHIVA
The kitten interrupts me every day, climbing up and prancing on my keyboard, writing nonsense, nothing much to say, yet green eyes burn as he cries, “I am Lord of all I see, the great destroyer me!” Scratch his belly to hear him purring now find understanding of the way to be. Just like a monk or student of the Tao he shows how to serve, to receive, to see. At night I am awakened with reiki, feeling feline energy through his paws into my shoulder or my swollen knee; he moves chi, healing each aging flaw. No shaman, priest, or buddha lean or fat Can give a love bite like my little cat!
By William Duke |