One hungry winter morning
amid broken rows of corn,
a lean cat waits, watching a hole
beneath the least of stubble
as though it were no trouble
to lie still for one eternity---
two eternities---
three at the least.
Cat watches with golden eyes while
at the other end
a slow tail beats the change
of each era.
Within the dark hole trembles
either the mother of next year's
crop of patient field mice---
or tonight's dinner.
(
Rhonda)
The cat watching the mouse hole is one of my favorite analogies for teaching meditation. You bring it to life well. Although, I don't know how conducive considering the mouse's plight would be for the student.
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