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Chapter 1



My baby Rama has grown so fast
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--
Only seven months ago 
Arrived with P'taah
Two gods 
Two souls 
Two brothers
Meowing in my palms


Bouncing and fighting on my belly...
Gods do fight
One was the "good"; one was the "evil"
One was the "light"; one was the "darkness"
One was the only God; one was also
The only God
And I,
The Mother Earth
Lying there
Allowing
Complexities
Playing out 
In
Sophisticated
Simplicity


Army flags flying
Tiny tails stilling
Gods like to make war and to create holy poops
A bit above the whiskers
Thoughts become light
Little sparks bursting
Paw for a paw
Eye for an eye


"Enough is enough"
Has spoken The Mother
Light and darkness were virtually vice
Holy poops are over all lands
Make love, no war
Make love
No war
Eight little paws were busy--
Busily--
Busily climbing 
To that
Softy 
Bouncing
Battle
Field
This is mine
This
Is 
Mine


Little foreheads 
Against each other
Flamenco dancing
Thunder
Flaming
Flamenco 
Dancing
Serpent 
Whirling
Before I say 
I love you
You have to fight, to bleed, to circle around
And to learn
Who is your Lord
Here and now
What kind of mind?
---Never mind--


Around...
Gods
Love
To be 
Around
Fight or flight
Roll, 
Mother
Roll
Roll these paws
To the infinite unknown 
The Law Does Not Carve In The Dead Stone
Holy 
Poops 
Never 
Deliver 
That 
Promised 
Land
For sure
I know


Animals are our siblings
From the stars
Their journey are sacred as yours and mine
Hail to the Law of One...
Woe to your laws of man
Those tidy little fixed boxes in your mind 
Could not deliver you to
That Promised Land 
My felines have every right to the enlightenment
Their tiny glands are precious as yours and mine
If not more fine...


Birds, mice and insects from the Promised Land
Fish, chickens, whipping cream plus some mixed blend
A chef of good mice soup is hard to find
Potato-onion soup will just do fine
The Kingdom Of Heaven Lies Within Our Mind
Seeing the Table Full is the basic divine


It must be the full moon night
Invisible eyes
Twinkling 
In
Between 
This mid-winter's 
Everlasting 
Nights 
I did not know that was the night 
For my baby to pass this 
Ancient 
Rite


What kind of earthly delight
For-a-hand-some-baby-boy-feline
Crying like those firry giant marching vein
Hidden beneath that California ocean ley-line
Have you entered the Promised Land?
Fire flaming
Flamenco dancing
Make love no war
Make love
No war
The Law Does Not Carve In The Dead Stone
Chicken soup for the soul
The meek shall inherit the earth
The Table Is Full
So does the moon



Royal felines are breed with disciplines
Why cast the pearls to the swine
A lady cat would not cry in this mid-winter night
Too early for a bird to eat a worm 
Before that finest moon-set 
Who
Voiced
The first
Dark tone
War
Cry
M---e---o---w
Between 
You 
And that she-cat?
Oh my---



News spread a far
The trees have ears
Dogs and cats from no-where
Barking and meowing to greet the super-stars
By the laws of man 
They could not do fine
Hard to believe someone gets the right
To go through the passage
Of
That 
Ancient 
Rite
Without a teacher, a movie, a book, a sex therapist, a friend to discuss
A glass of wine
My feline is just and fine
Finer than some contrived kind
Who could not find
The Promised Land


Chicken soup for the soul 
The Table Must Be Full
A big plate of beef stew
Home sweet home
Dirty face and dirty paws
Could lead him to eat a whole cow
No hangover
No confusion
No wedding ring
No insurance plan
No Promised Land
The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
The Law Breathes 
In 
Between 
These 
Timeless
Timelines
Forget those holy poops
From the small mind

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Heart Of Mine

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music credit: Morning, Peer Gynt by Edvard Grieg