The cat achieves communicative wonders
with pitches and timbres,
conveying numerous messages
of which I understand most,
when he swirls around my feet,
or when he comes up close
in the Great Ship of Dreams upstairs
and enters my mind, paws first

and the wind
through the pines, firs, birches
around the house
tells me a lot
about the outside of here
and the inside of now
as it sweeps gallantly
through my consciousness

Speech comes
in a coat of many colors

A pine cone falls on the roof,
waking me out of my thoughts
in an instant,
opening the spaciousness
of my mind,
seemingly attaching seamlessley
to the Universe in its entirety

I know Alan Watts could identify...

Mind and Space are vast

I occupy a tiny fraction,
but in the pendulum movement
of existence as such,
no nothing and all everything
are the poles,
and we fly!

I lie naked inside my clothes!
I lie bloody inside my skin!

My head is lighting up and turning on!
Praise be!

Behold! Can you hear the worlds chat!?

(just like the audience at an arena
before a Bob Dylan performance)