INTRODUCTION + POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART + HAAG'S BIO
This morning, the kitten, Shiva,
would not let me write until he
was granted desk top access.
His sole motive, it appears, was to
steal the straw from my coffee cup
twice -- thrice. Soft-footed, whiskers illuminated,
he gazed into the flexible-necked lamp,
hopped again and again onto
my computer keyboard. Wrote his own poem:
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Then purred himself to sleep.*
Gaze, gaze, my child, at
the world's picture, projected on the sky,
the earth from your eyrie.
Gaze, gaze, my child, effortlessly. Realize effort
is no part of awareness, of reality.
Reality is itself. Space, time
are the kitten's leap into the light.
Reality is as soft as
the claw-cut paw: white, a downy feather,
followed by needle-teeth. They are infinity's sweetness.
I mused by the window
I watch the quietude of my soul
in wakeful sleep, quiet harmony
with nothing to do, nowhere to go,
empty, uncluttered with memory, trusting, at peace.
The kitten has given up.
Its claws no longer rake my thighs,
it's round, trusting, blue-violet eyes
no longer seek mine -- or signal attack.
The solution to kittenhood biting
is lemon, orange, possibly lime and grapefruit.
Shiva-purna and I have similar
tastes, except I love lemon and he
doesn't. Lemons become ubiquitous around my hands,
feet and electrical cords. Contentedly,
he steals my coffee straw. Should I
drink in a lemon tree?
Don't invent austerity, play with
the kitten. Enjoy his elegant stance, his
soft white paws, his carnivorous
bite. Run for the lemons, hide, breathe.
"If you find...you turn to gold,
it will be a sign
that you have touched the philosopher's stone."
Do not try to change
the painful and transient world. Do not
identify with anybody, however illustrious.
What you think is in the world
exist only in your own cause-creating mind.
Leap higher, like the fish-kitten.
Energy, yes, inexhaustible energy, where
is it? When I edit other's writing
out of pure love of
words -- that they should be beautiful, precise
and true -- yes, then I have energy.
There used to be nothing
here when I was gone. Now there
is the kitten. In this
huge empty space is Shiva Purna -- gamboling.
Tomorrow I finish my ascesis
of Nisargadatta. Has my washed brain been
rinsed and restructured? Probably? Inevitably?
Tomorrow I finish my close
study of Nisargadatta. Has my washed brain
been rinsed, restructured? Probably? Inevitably?
Shiva-Purna bewitches me. No matter how
destructive, my attention remains captive.
Release manifests as blood from
a scratch -- inevitably and all but unnoticed.
+ TRAVEL +