The Curious Arts of Animals
When things get confusing, when everything threatens to fall in on itself, I’ll find a place to sit and close my eyes. And, between a hundred in-breaths, twenty hundred out-breaths, I find myself again.
It’s taken me almost a lifetime to learn to sit and be with myself, to be aware of my now and to let go.
Animals, they do it naturally.
Take a minute off and stare at a bird, a cat, a dog. Share what you see. Leave a comment.
The curious art of the cat
Who does nothing but wait to pounce
At the right time
The curious art of the dog
Who wags and waggles yet sleeps like the dead
Until he wakens
In the instance
The curious art of the rooster
Who believes the daylight is his by mere possession
Of the farmyard
And the fuck
The curious arts of the animals
Who do not know they die yet live
A moment at a time