It was Never about the Cats

Months ago, an expectant feline found sanctuary at the halfway staircase leading to our cultivation centre and gave birth to four little kittens. This is the second occurrence where another cat came in to give birth. It was simply a gesture of kindness to permit both the feline and its kitties to stay on for no one really knew what to do with them. And since that space is merely a service area, an understood consensus was agreed upon from the point of compassion that they be allowed to stay on until they were able to fend themselves, trusting that they would leave once they were matured enough.

Days passed by quickly and it is kind of interesting just to stand at the doorway upstairs looking down to observe the many reactions toward the cats. Some passersby were oblivious to their presence, and some who were catching their breath from the two storey climb would take the opportunity to look. A few would take moments to lower themselves and stroke the cat and/or the kitties while the others who are obvious cat lovers, would hold them on their palms staying a little longer to play with them. My comrade took the initiative to purchase cat food to make sure that the feline was able to continue the lactation process for her kittens. On my role, whenever I could, I would get a pack of full cream milk which the feline loved very much.

As the kitties grew very quickly and soon were able to move around, we had to take extra care walking along that limited area, manueuvring our way to make sure not to step on them. Many a times the feline just watched quietly, resting majestically on the stairway, ignoring those who have to cross pass her.

Soon the moments came as expected when the stench of their excrement and urine became unbearable – no one thought beforehand of creating a sandbox for them. Prior to that one kitty died and it took much courage of a beloved friend to send it off. And yet another time another kitty caught the flu and the same kindred spirit brought it to the vet to administer its eyes. Nature seems to find its own way of flow, from unconditional love and motherly instinct.

To avoid the stink I fenced the grille and brought the feline and kitties to the first half landing stairway where many a times later, they managed to find their way back to their former birth place somehow. Many of us struggled within on how to address the cats as they grew bigger by each day. One of us offered to bring the cats to be neutered but there was no follow up. There was also enquiry to adopt part of the kittens but felt heart-wrenching in separating them.

Finally came the day where the earlier same kindred spirit took the initiative to send them all to the animal home. Strangely, the very day when she wanted to send them off, one of the kitty went missing. I felt sorry for it and she promised to come back to look for her another day and to reunite the lost kitty with its mother and siblings. I looked within my mind to why I was feeling so and realized it was not about anything concerning the kitty, nor was it about compassion, but rather the ancient feeling of being separated and the meaning of loneliness. Indeed strange how such feelings are deep-seated, missing the reality of what is within and projected outwardly as a sorry state drama. And to avoid and camouflage that pain I saw how the mind created stories of possibilities where a kind person may probably take the lost kitty home and take care of it well. So insidious is the mind, trying ways to repress those feelings and to finally meet it again another time when similar conditions were to arise again.

There were many lessons from these cats’ presence – from the witness and experience of being kind-hearted, courageous and responsible for living beings which can be said, totally unrelated to ourselves without expecting anything back in return; not to mention the camouflage and false appearances of seemingly good thoughts hiding ancient thoughts of pain and shame if there was no integrity and willingness to looked within the mind the moment it surfaced. How true that it is said that there is no current issues but ancient stuff brought into the present to be re-experienced.

Facing What Has Been Compromised

a mother in serious labor pain
the girl talking on the phone, in love
the doctor breaking the news
the guy in gym, dumbbells in hand
a leader pondering the next cause of action
the child enjoying his toys
a sick stricken patient with her pain
a conversation stricken
a moment of triumph
a relationship fallout
a love making experience
or the brink of suicidal
another struggling to survive
and yet in worst scenario
the moment near death

each every occasion
no matter what the storyline
each every moment
no matter what the experience
be it fear,
loving,
confusion
joy
or sadness
yet
there is only one
a celebration of ONE
of the present Now
of how you and I
relate to what is already in our space

the experience, merely a decoy
presented once again
of compromise one has made before
coming back as another chance
of what was once
wrongly chosen
not aligning with the heart
of guilt overwhelming
returning to make good again

and yet each experience so real
making attention focused on it
amnesiac, forgetting
what will really set one free
is not the experience
but the wonderment of relate
for it is here
that compromise is found

freeing it, letting it go
the grip of holding on
one is finally set free.
for what one holds on is holding one back
returning one more time to the game of Life
the cycle of birth and death.

Ideas Rule the World

Ideas are pretty funny “creatures”
for they make you believe who you think you are
they make you laugh
and you say you are happy
they make you cry
and you say you are sad
they make you care for another
and you think no one cares for you instead

But how can something that “makes” you
be “you” unless belief sets into picture?

An idea pops up and says
“I want someone to be around”
and hey presto!
another idea has to arise simultaneously
to match and balance the other
hence
“I don’t want to be alone”
is what you have
in vice versa both ideas dance
sometimes a cause
another time an effect
never leaving each other
matching and balancing itself at all times
making you seek and look for another

if you fulfill the idea then you are happy
failing which you
will feel dejected, probably sad too.

another Idea pops up and said
“let me not be selfish”
and its opposite, has to appear simultaneously
starting the ball rolling as “have to be selfless” idea
hence you move to help another
making you feel good
and surely you would have known by now
if help is not given in anyway
bad feelings will be yours

if Idea wants to be alone
hey presto!
another Idea pops up in pairing
wanting not to be disturb

but HELLO! wait a minute….
how long more do you want to serve Ideas?
never fulfilled except to want more?
and here you are exhausted playing its game

do you not see its opposite
inseparable
indivisible?
making you running around headlessly?

It is not that “you” are dejected
but the idea that “wants” something
already set in motion
another idea “do not want” to come into picture
for want and do not want
can only comes in pair
inseparable
indivisible

And hence you have to prepare
for the experience of elation or dejection
depending which,
the “want” Idea or “don’t want” Idea wins the race

Ideas make you cry
ideas make you laugh
ideas make you sad
ideas make you happy
and “you” merely a puppet on a string
pulled by its need
making you dance its way
unknown of its catch
subjugate to its play

and here you are thinking
you ARE happy
you ARE sad
except ideas laughing its way home
so funny
so ridiculous
this thing call IDEA

who are you without IDEAS?
surely you will like to know
but then again “like” is another idea again, rearing out its head….. sigh….