Chapter 7

On the seventh day

She planted a peach tree

On the seventh night

She made a fire

Fire is a dancing flower

A cool looking flower

It makes you think deeply

No matter how hot you feel

P'taah had a different view

he said:

“Fire is a giant bird

With many lightning wings

It makes you feel deeply

No matter how cool you think”

I love my brother P’taah

The best hunter in this woods

Always bringing me the nicest mice in the nicest mood

I am not a good hunter

Yet

P’taah says

“Just wait patiently, don’t rush

You have to be focused

and

become one with it

Then it is done”

It works

although

I can’t kill

P’taah meows

“Just throw it in the air

Then grab it by the tail

With good speed and good conscience

Like the waves dancing with the ocean

Since the Days of Ancient

After a big chase and a final cry

We might become a coyote

a hawk

an owl

an eagle

a dancing flower

a wolf …

Someday

This is a Game we all play

Play it with a light heart

and with all your might”

Human beings are strange things

They can't hunt but eat chicken and beef

pork and fish …

from other people’s labor

day and night

They use other people’s hands to kill

but

Point their fingers at us

Saying

No, no, no, don’t hunt the birds

Leave the birds alone

Hypocrite has no insight

They just want to be political correct

After busily prove they are right

They lost the might to play this Game

upright

I asked P’taah

“If I get eaten by a coyote

And become one someday

Will you recognize me?”

P’taah said

“If you get eaten by a coyote

And become one someday

Will you recognize me

and not eat me?”

This is a tough question

Will I remember my feline brother

When I merge into a coyote?

On the seventh day

She planted a peach tree

On the seventh night

She made a fire

Fire is a wild flower

It eats up all things in any given hour

Even the coyotes fear its power

P’taah said:

“Rama, this is a strange night

I am not me when gazing into the fire

Nothing stays the same inside those flames

Do you remember who we were

Before becoming felines?”

P’taah was surely sentimental that night

So was I

So was our human

She called us to sit by her 

Next to the fire

Not far away

Not too close

We three holding paws

gazing into the

Dancing flame

Eternity lives within our breath

and between each breath

And beyond …

She sang to us and we sang to her

Purr--purr--purr

How divine

Even the coyotes left us alone

That night

I said to P’taah

“I shall always remember you

Even if I merge into a coyote

a hawk

an owl

an eagle

a dancing flower

a wolf …

Someday”

P’taah meowed to me:

“If you become a coyote

a hawk

an owl

an eagle

a dancing flower

a wolf …

Someday

I should not be afraid

To be with you

is

Awesome and Divine”

P'taah is the living art

Every meow from him 

enlightens

my heart

On the seventh day

She planted a peach tree

On the seventh night

She made a fire

Fire is a strange bird

With its wings dancing like a thunderstorm

That was the seventh day

She took us to her cabin in the woods

By the fire

I know in my soul

That P’taah and she and I

Shall always be One

That night

We slept under the starry sky

Next to the fire

Holding paws

Dreaming the divine