BASTET & THE LITTLE WHITE MOUSE

I live with a bengal cat named Botticelli. He hangs with me like my best buddy. When I look into his green eyes I am met with a mystery. He is both calm, reassuring & present & yet he is distant & self-contained. He can be cold-blooded & fully affectionate in the same time frame. He really is like a falcon. A predator who likes to snuggle. My friend Nadim lives with a black & white cat named Whisp-purr. What does Whisp-Purr think of once he has preened his long white whiskers & found the perfect spot on the Persian carpet in the sun? Food is a necessity to cats not an addiction. Play is essential. Napping. Taking it all in. I could go on. In fact Cats live for the pleasures I seldom allow myself. The ancient Egyptians venerated cats. They even had a Goddess to represent them…. Bastet. I think I am a member of that secret society. The secret society of cats.

BALANCE

The martial arts continue to teach me how to be in balance in this most precarious place. Aikido, Tai Chi, Karate, TaeKwon Do, Jujitsu, Ninjitsu. My Sensei Owen taught me how to be a dancer in the dance… a swimmer in the swim. I  thought Speed,Power, Endurance were the highest athletic ideals. He says the goals are suppleness, balance, flexibility. If you think about it those are the highest ideals of human existence. Feel a cat’s muscles… they are soft, pliable,  lean. Watch a sleepy cat awaken from his nap to fall immediately from a height. Is there anything more graceful… more efficient… more in tune with the surrounding world? They land on their feet every time. Two seconds later they are licking their whiskers, watching motes of dust sworling in the sunbeam. Cat’s are naturals. I aspire to embody their                     samurai insouciance. 

Whisp-Purr's World

The great insight I keep coming back to... human intelligence is limited. There are many types of intelligence. If we can get over our arrogance that somehow our intelligence is superior to say the intelligence of an ant farm, or a bee hive, a peregrine falcon, or a rain forest.... maybe just maybe we can harmoniously integrate ourselves into the great, graceful dance of Creation. In particular... I speak of the intelligence of the Cat. Cats live in the sixth dimension... or higher. They live in the world we merely glimpse in our dreams or in those rare altered states of transcendence that approach enlightenment. When  I ease back into my feline sense of felicity I discover clarity, focus, calm ease, sprezzatura, insouciance & the nonchalance of a fully trained Samurai. Cats live in the world i aspire to abide within. Welcome to Whisp-Purr's World.

MY BROTHER'S KEEPER

I met you in the alley way,  your hood pulled low. 

I’m a different kind of cat.... my coat of rainbow hue.

I am of the sunlight... my body indigo.

I am keeper of the single flame,  the one who sent for you.

You told me all your secrets... so now I know.

You’re the painter of empty skies, a seer lost at sea.

You sit within your silence, in your isolation hole.

I am not the keeper of your prison. I hold the slender key.

Am I my brother’s keeper?

Black sheep, Black sheep.... three bags full.

There’s a love that pours in deeper.

Am I my brother’s keeper?

I saw you in the darkness.... I cooled your fevered brow. 

We drank the Merlot of our Saviour, offered free & clear,

My brother of the lonely... the never never now.

I am keeper of our solemn promise, & fear, I have no fear....           

                               chorus

GUIDED & PROTECTED

Tragedy besets us. Our mother Gaia bows breathless & inundated. The Children of Man have lost their way. Cultures of great beauty & wisdom... the Tibetans... the Celts... the Sioux...   eradicated by avarice & concupiscence. Smoke & foul grime befoul the green fields & blue waters. 
Hope seems extinguished & all that remains is the weeping & gnashing of teeth in the outer darkness.  At the moment of deepest despair... Remember.... Please remember... You are being guided & protected. As John Lennon said... "All you need is Love". "It's going to be alright.... alright." At all times you are being guided & protected.... guided & protected.

FORGIVE ME

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

'Cause - 'cause - 'cause I remember when a we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites - yeah! -
Mingle with the good people we meet, yeah!
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we have lost
Along the way, yeah!
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh. Yeah!

Said - said - said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown, yeah!
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
I seh, logwood burnin' through the nights, yeah!
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge, say,
Of which I'll share with you, yeah!
My feet is my only carriage
And so I've got to push on through.
Oh, while I'm gone,
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, yeah!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, yeah!
Everything's gonna be all right!

So no, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
I seh, O little - O little darlin', don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry, eh.

NO WOMAN NO CRY

Bereft. Bereaved. We enter into that  sadness. The sadness of the woman who has had it all taken away. We live in the Garden. This is the Garden. See the image of the little blue globe seen beyond the rings of Saturn from the back looking probe that goes beyond in to the oblivion. Our island home in the vastness of the cold & black. Earth. Terra. We need only accept. To ease back into the serenity & bounty of this beauteous place we have been given as our birthright. What is it we seek? More than enough. The abundance is plainly all around us. No woman… no cry… my prophet said it best. No woman… no cry…..lift your hands to the Grace that abides…. No woman… no cry…. more than enough…. no woman… no cry….