Guest guest Posted February 13, 2000 Report Share Posted February 13, 2000 It was K’ang’s way to meditate several times daily, and on this day he lowered his old body to the ground, seeming not to notice the small sharp stones that were everywhere on the mountain where he lived. He, and his companion, an old white cat, pristine in his grooming, Had been together for many years, neither dependant on the other, but sharing a mutual respect. K’ang made gassho to the cat, and the cat came to him to feel K’ang’s hand. As he had done a thousand time before, The cat lay before K’ang, spine straight, head erect. The cat crossed his forelegs, slowly closed his eyes, and began his cat-mantra, and K’ang began his... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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