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    dots Submission Name: The Cat Woke Me Up!dots

    Author: azure_warrior
    ASL Info:    42 /m/ in my mind.
    Elite Ratio:    5.43 - 44/43/32
    Words: 832
    Class/Type: Poetry/Death
    Total Views: 718
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       This started as late night deep pondering. Some thoughts you may like more than others. What do you like? Not? Specifically?
    I kept going until the end showed up! Based in compassion, ultimately. Thank you for being adventurous and open minded.

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    dotsThe Cat Woke Me Up!dots

    Each step wakes into day or night,
    Sleeping, waking, dreaming.
    or aroused...

    There are a finite number of steps we will make.
    a monstrous finite breaths we will take.

    Knowing! that the period will come to an end.
    of that hallowed, blasted trance of a sentance.

    How does one not live in fear,
    When ancestors dissappear?

    What's that about?

    (This everyday life...alarm clock goes off!
    we wake in this body made from earth.
    We sense.
    We know just a little bit ahead:
    Another day
    Pressed into expansive coalition...).

    It's so important!
    this incredibly valuable air.
    If you can't breathe,
    Every Treasure doesn't matter!

    See art with only people's eyes being able to appreciate beauty.

    This existance has only happened to us people.
    And how rare are these events?
    The total number of all people ever born combined,
    Even though we may call our numbers trillions,
    form a ridiculously trite number.
    Compared to 1 solitary aspect:
    infinity x infinity= the universe.

    respect just how rare and precious you truly are.

    Also, how do we know...
    Air, fire, earth, water, heat, light.
    All these constructs,
    They frantically tried to make sense from,
    Throughout history.
    You know everything,
    and yet let us be told
    those are the only truth.

    And believing we are actually home.

    When we could wake up someday
    And find this was just nothing
    But an evil dream.

    Perhaps Another Alarm will go off,
    Set by something greater
    and the world is waiting still...
    ...and yet the time is correct,
    for the first time.


    There's the North Star not needed.
    It was just a pleasant compass.
    Held its comfort by more multi-faceted good,
    That can be perceived
    in this day/night nueva earth.

    Nor azure dervish earth,
    though spinning fantastic, yet.
    Drumming and singing
    to a universal conductor...

    now darkish and quiet.
    (interesting, though...)
    Now Revealed

    as we called it,
    becomes ousted
    from its little

    NOW we are advanced, we said.
    We can go all the way to the moon,
    and whizz around on the crust of our fiery planet.
    We can measure it and even make predictions
    when it will die.

    And kill the fear with morphine...

    They probably don't
    stand on planets
    millions of light-years away
    Applauding us!

    So, how can we rest?
    Really, and truly.
    The mind is still feverishly awake,
    after having tormentedly dreamt,
    It is the Ultimate Truth.
    The Most Significant.

    Those teeny little neurotransmitters
    that go 'round and 'round
    joining and interacting and combining,
    helping produce
    Abraham Lincoln and John Wilkes Booth,
    and some poor retard,
    running 'round a padded room,
    wearing a football helmet,
    'though he will never play the game.

    What happens to all this when we die?
    And, after?
    Is it basically a matter of weights and measures?
    Do (or how do) neurotransmitters act
    (IF they act)
    in the grave?
    Or after cremation. Etc.
    From a very personal POV?

    Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

    Anyway, my life, in particular,
    was a recurring nightmare
    of not being able to find home.

    (Though I always managed
    to keep a roof over my head,
    Since I kept my priorities $traight)!

    And, finally, my beloved cat.
    My poor little black and white loving cat.
    at this minute,
    on top of some landfill...
    Because his human owned no land
    and had no money
    to pay to the vet
    to bury him.


    as this vet,
    who owes student loans,

    My sweet little black and gray tiger cat
    is headed for the same,
    pretty soon.
    As I am thrice,
    I suppose.

    So, I'm trying to learn
    how not to be sad or upset,
    at this disconcerting state of affairs...

    My beloved cat's body lays still
    and rots.
    Disintegrates and putrifies,
    and all that surrounds
    wonderful him,

    even though I wrapped his little body
    in a luxurious royal blue and gold blanket,
    with some catnip
    and a few of his favorite toys
    from his too short life.

    While I agonize.

    And yet,

    I can almost hear him trying to comfort ME.
    Saying That's OK, Daddy.
    Don't cry.
    I see the magmnificant stars at night.
    I couldn't if I were buried in a grave
    somewhere, anywhere...


    If "I" were really "gone" when my body stopped
    Then you could just go back,
    Retrieve my poor little physical body,
    And all would be well.


    Maybe my cat wants to teach me
    a way
    to find home
    that doesn't depend on
    or the graces
    of humans.

    I'm listening to the
    awakening bell
    sounding understanding
    and bliss.
    The window where hope shines.

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    i found a true treasure today.

    Walking always helps, something is better than nothing. People argue there is danger of taking wrong direction. Well ' for the one who is sitting on the top of the mountain the river flowing from right or left direction doesn't matter '.

    Death is our constant companion who knows when it knocks us down,
    still we make mistakes

    who knows if we will be ever there to regret them, why we choose to live in illusion of safety, security? when we are never sure about next moment.

    The way you talk about realization makes a lot of sence. Just replacing word wake and its meaning with relaization clears every doubts.
    They say realization can't be predicted. And it can be on its way, any momemt, anything can tranform you.
    In your life i think the death of your beloved cat transformed you.

    The way you write, way you simbolise things is something unbelievable, i hope one day i could write like you.


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