Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat ~ Sunday, May 31, 2026
The emptiness lies beside me in bed
how what was there before is now no more
energy, where does it go, after death
enter the irreversible, misled
maybe by past beliefs, the afterlife
perhaps by reincarnation, a store
time recycles lost souls, the final breath
inspires non-attachment to sorrow
non-attachment to suffering, the knife
enters the body, a stick of butter
simply gutted, the absence reigns supreme
supremacy does not make things better
love makes us human, fragile as a dream
if I wake up and find nothing, Sparrow
enlightenment is a meaningless game
sudden-gradual illumination
blooms out of right effort, do the right thing
expect nothing in return, shame and blame
set up each of us who expect results
in my bed, a noise factory station
disappeared never to return, birds sing
enticing the other, a trap, we fall
maybe we want love and death, without faults
enter resurrection, I turn a leaf
if not to believe in leaves in the books
nothing but lightness, another belief
books are good but without books, I get looks
erudition keeps me grounded, I call
down into the depths, hidden, full of dread
how what was there before is now no more
energy, where does it go, after death
enter the irreversible, misled
maybe by past beliefs, the afterlife
perhaps by reincarnation, a store
time recycles lost souls, the final breath
inspires non-attachment to sorrow
non-attachment to suffering, the knife
enters the body, a stick of butter
simply gutted, the absence reigns supreme
supremacy does not make things better
love makes us human, fragile as a dream
if I wake up and find nothing, Sparrow
enlightenment is a meaningless game
sudden-gradual illumination
blooms out of right effort, do the right thing
expect nothing in return, shame and blame
set up each of us who expect results
in my bed, a noise factory station
disappeared never to return, birds sing
enticing the other, a trap, we fall
maybe we want love and death, without faults
enter resurrection, I turn a leaf
if not to believe in leaves in the books
nothing but lightness, another belief
books are good but without books, I get looks
erudition keeps me grounded, I call
down into the depths, hidden, full of dread
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