Old English and U.S. English Cat Experience Poem

A moment after throwing a little stuffed pineapple at my kitten

Glacier in crazy play.

Dierne smearcian of my catt

Besmirching a hidden clawa

“Will you cnossian?”

“Na!” Heo purrs luflice,

Luflic her!

Secret smile of my cat

Besmirching a hidden claw

“Will you hit?”

“No!” She purrs lovingly,

Loving her!

I’ll have to wait ’till later tonight when I’m asleep, lol!!

So I bought two Old English dictionaries and the words are so very interesting and ancient that THEY are what I needed for certain poetic inspiration. At the beginning of my copy of The Tropic of Cancer some opener instilled in me his notion that Miller had a vast vocabulary similar to Shakespeare’s. I would not go THAT far but Miller is divine in word fractions when buying up shares from all over the market place of motsmots. Yo Yo?

BTS’s Merry Go Round is reaaaaaally?????? Good!!! It has a quality that I like a lot, and it is a reality that we can spin in a top of blissful pleasure and pain with smiles destined for the stratosphere of certainty only to be ripped out of the clouds and cometed back to Earth for another crazy fun ride. I don’t know, we are who we are and subject to change if we choose. Even the great Bodhidharma who often proclaimed that to be enlightened was to be one’s core self, studied and practiced MUCH in order to be his original self, right? We’re talking staring at a cave wall for years until his eyelids were severed and tea plants grew from their fallen energy; meaning he drank tea to stay awake too. I always enjoyed D.T. Suzuki’s tale of Siddhartha, who in a suttra is actually noted to have ingested his and cattle feces in an ascetic attempt to stand outside the pool of life in the cold yuk air before jumping into the divine warm waters of “INTELLIGENT” living having come from richness of extreme opulence and comfort he went moomoo ok?. Yak! Anyways, once he was done all that crap, the master then took a walk and sat beneath his Pipal tree and rested a bit. When along came a beautiful young shepherdess who upon seeing this brilliant man which he was, quickly handed him a bowl of delicious warm goat milk of which he drank fully without hesitation. It changed his life FOR EVER AND EVER. Treat the body and others well. Health is KEY. SO here, he realized that hanging upside down from tree branches swinging like a bat perhaps was not his thing, yes. I once attempted to see if I was THE NEXT BUDDHA! True story! I kept waking up under this one tree in the Old Port of Montreal near the clock tower and BOOM I would sit up and meditate. I did this a long time. What I saw in my mind’s eyes were terrible things, I concentrated back to my, well at least what I think may have been my past lives but I was picking and choosing too. In one life I was attacked and eaten by a cannibal on an island in the Caribbean, I saw myself present at a KKK fire not involved but standing there watching a burning cross with all these crazy people running around like they do. I saw images of Asian foxes, these magical creatures that are so noted for their legends in Korea, Japan and China. Stuff like this, and, there were other Buddhists out there, “Le Maitre De La Maison” I may have written about him once already but what an experience it was to run the streets around China Town in Buddhist jest. We ran into each other often but never really spoke in person because when he would speak it was to declare his hua tu>>> this black friend of mine’s was “qui est le maitre de la maison?????” which pinpoints one’s concentration on self development you see. Mine was different every so often I had….”who is dragging this corpse here????”……”Who is the speaker of the Buddha’s name????”……AND MINE I came up with>>>”Who is the singer of the Buddha’s mind?????” which I find is quite koan in quality. We had not studied together ever, it was a cool interaction and there were many with many peeps on the street when I was ober clean young and in wicked shape. My ab building journey is going fantastic I must say! I believe that I will not have a perfect 6er after the month is through BUT hey, I’ll just keep going until I see those lady eye drawing sexy beer cans.

Bon soir!

NIco