Tukaram
I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog “God.”
First he looked
confused,
then he started smiling, then he even
danced.
I kept at it: now he doesn’t even
bite.
I am wondering if this
might work on
people?
Landlocked in Fur
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?
Tukaram, Marathi poet, Dehu, India. Born in 1608, Tukaram mysteriously vanished without a trace in 1650.
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