Look, cat, leave me alone.
I know I'm sitting on the floor
that you think everything on the floor is yours,
but it's called meditation. I sit here,
my mind at ret, listening for inspiration,
for guidance. My Higher Power
speaks to me, sometimes in thoughts,
things I need to see to,
sometimes nudging me to see what is needed.
So, leave me alone so I can listen.
What is it that just caused me to think
about little people, insignificant people
or things that I see every day?
Why are you looking at me, cat?
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