It's Like Being a Cat

It’s like being a cat On a thick fur rug With many warm fingers Gently running through But also like floating Balloons In warm air Arise pins and needles The points are alive Television static Each flash is wisdom Every movement is full With big compassion Like a babe in swaddling Resting in loving A peaceful Mothers’ breast Like heroin sleep But so fully awake With no addiction The infinite boundless Fully full presence If you’re using tension The Contact is blurred If relaxing too much Still there is tension Return to the full ground The soil of being Return to Gravity No movement at all Path of least resistance You are like water Find effortless balance Tremendous stillness You are the sky behind