Chapter 1
trying to explain the Way with smart bipedal words
like chasing own tail — just futile and dizzy
the nameless is the open sky and ground softness
the named is a box, a frame
yet both — nameless and named —
are two existent whiskers of that same one muzzle
and two paws of the same wise cat

chasing desire makes fur bristle
letting the mouse go, cat curls quiet —
and glimpses hidden mouse of truth
from myriad of forms of our cats world to the essence
from meows and to the deepest silence —
that is the purring miracle