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.
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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.
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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?
OR
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.
INTRODUCTION + POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART