Poem at start of talk: “Landlocked in Fur” ~ by Tukaram
I was meditating with my cat the other day
and all of a sudden she shouted,
“What happened?!”
I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged
her to say more - feeling that if she got it all out on the table
she would sleep better that night.
So I responded, “Tell me more, dear,”
and she soulfully meowed:
“Well, I was mingled with the sky. I was comets
whizzing here and there. I was suns in heat, hell-I was
galaxies. But now look-I am
landlocked in fur.”
To this I said, ”I know exactly what
you mean.”
What to say about conversation between
mystics?
“Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West” (Ladinksy, 2002)
Goodby Ellie