PURR STRUMMING UP THE GOOD STUFF
I’m gonna drum it up and hum it up and
strum it up…
I’m gonna shape the shapes,
the ones I’d like to walk through
cool back o’ cat, tail swaying way
walking answer through the doorway
of a question
I’m gonna be it
and believe it
both before
and when
I see it
I’ll pray on my knees
or meow like the wind
calls the absolute
Tight
I’ll yoke on
the cat’s cradle steering wheel
hands that cycle seasons,
the commitments
And kindle good energy
through my chakras,
loose spine tinkle
my steering wheels
too
And when I need it
the self-reliant conjuring bulk
of my generative purr
I’m going to open my spread,
cat stretching back scratching carpet
salting all from the axis
of the midnight sun
to the lap
of Capricorn
Fertility of diversity
from obtuse to acute
Avenues, lines, cradle,
so many pickup sticks,
longitudes and latitudes
Whiskers
Kat scratched spectrums of
meditative reflections
~ Lady Purr