Animals are, our, greatest, teachers, enlighten me, pet!!! Translated…
Like the monk, or a, swordsman
A poet even
Or, that stubborn child
Or, a natural born, player too
A total, thief of our, hearts————
CATS!
It’s not hard to understand, the very first cat slave in Chinese literature, Yo Lu, from the poems he’d written about the cats,
How he’d, commended his, flexible in body and mind roommate of his, how the cat became, his best, heating pad”
There are the beavers warming my feet at night.
enlighten me, oh master, cat!
With the power to chase away the mice, for him———
Protecting the volumes of books in his den.
And, in the poems that got passed down from ages before, “The Raging Storms of November Fourth”, he’d taken the cat as a best friend by his side and wrote:
My beaver friend and I don‘t go out!
The famous claims of “The Iron Horse, the Glaciers that Appeared in My Dreams” came from this poem.
As for me, I’d, taken the man’s words, daily, I’d, loved this, interesting friend who’s with a heightened sense of the self, multivariate, a companion, or, a teacher.
Observing him as he chose what he loves.
How he’d become, so curious over everything he’d encountered during his days: the gecko, the bugs, the moth, the flies, the butterflies that fluttered their wings outside, the golden rays of the sun that came in through the blinds…………lost, in his own, curiosity.
Climbing up and down, chasing everything that moves, exercising on his own, not wasting away at home at all!
How he’d, found entertainment in a rolled up ball of paper, played with that pen that’s next to my lamp, chasing that tail of his he won’t, ever, catch, having tons of fun.
Moreover, staring into space, relaxing, having the good nights’ sleeps, living up to the rule of staying healthy and living well.
Waking up, fulfilled, arching up his back, stretching out, licking his pad, looking around, casing the area, staring out the windows, like reading from that invisible stanza of a poem.
Like the times are great, ahhhhhhhh, it’s all, within, his, paws, firmly believing, that he will be just as satisfied, and happy tomorrow as he is right now.
Satisfied with oneself, believing in the future!
Slowly, I’d learned too, to forget my years, to release my self, nothing bothering me, focus————
Hmmmmm, just passing the days, just playing with, life!
And so, how easily we can find, satisfaction and fulfillment in our lives, by reducing everything to the simplest forms, like a dog or a cat, it can feel satisfied with so little, and, we should learn from these animals, and return ourselves, to the simplest forms of living, of not wanting that much, of being satisfied, and feeling blessed over what we’d been given too, then, life would be, a whole lot, better!