He’s lying at my feet,
splayed on his side,
paws askew, breathing steadily, I remember:
I never feel more special
than feeling his weight on me,
his chin resting on my leg,
his sweet nose wetting the blanket,
his head flopping back —
a brief sign that we’re both here,
that I’m paying attention.
It’s meditation:
the hand stroking the fur (back and forth)
the breathing of us harmonizing (in and out)
the soft focus of the eyes (near and far)
If meditation is loving someone
(something)
then my practice follows me around
the halls of my apartment,
slumps down on the floor while I shower,
and nudges me gently with big sweet eyes,
just so I remember we’re both here,
that I’m paying attention.
love this so very much. keep them coming <3 reuben's so lucky