A Poem: Here

Meditate, on a flower, a candle,the way the sun sendsits strip of light across the room. Notice how the cat slinksever so nonchalantly,reaching the light and settling down. How he strokes his cloakwith his rough, pink tongue,until it shines in the rays of his personal sun. Be the cat.And be the candle or the open … More A Poem: Here