Devotional little creatures they are, cats.
With marbled fur, and all their heightened little tricks,
They sense our individual electrical fields,
our personal chemistry, the unique dance of the atoms within,
and it pleases them to rest nearby or touching
after an encouraging stroke.
They like our company when they eat,
purring away, as they did when sucking
with their litter mates with little tiny motors
of happiness and pleasure.
They rest beside us in our sleep,
coming upon our beds
in the midst of night,
unseen, unheard,
so that we find them so
when we wake.
And sometimes,
yes, they tell us,
that it's time we got up,
whether we listen or not;
they understand.
In their wisdom,
sometimes they play dumb,
quite magnificently.


But they have been alongside us,
for many kalpas, many many many thousands of years,
in many many realms, and so they are always
a companion to our own Buddha natures,
for they like enlightenment just like we do,
and it doesn't surprise one at all,
that they could travel incredible distances,
mystery to the scientist,
on four little paws, steps at a time
to find us and be with us again.
If we die before they do, in this life,
they come, like lions,
to visit our graves,
nobly, with grace.
They've been in this life stuff with us before.
And think just as well as we do.
Bodhicattva.

No words have they,
or need.