the cat closes his eyes as if there were weights on his eyelids slowly drooping down to touch the bottom of the sockets like convex domes shielding the sharp, penetrating stare of his animal gaze
once closed he seems to be in samadhi resting but awake, calm but aware, relaxed but alert
i envy him, at times: the simplicity, the beauty, the soft fur and barbed teeth
i bet he doesn't need to refine a mantra in his mind he just struts along without the complexity of subconscious stories or conceptual architecture
sometimes though, i am like him too, and those are the good days.
feline samadhi
Posted - May 27 2014 : 8:45:13 PM
Thank you for acknowledging the silliness.