Facebook Challenge: Furballs and Stars
August 1st, 2010 § 13 Comments
In response to the Facebook challenge from my dear, irreverent friend, Jason.
To catch you up, I was complaining about cleaning and wondering if the dog hair clumps as big as tumbleweeds counted as filth (I guess you had to be there). Later I posted this amazing link. Jason’s response? How about writing a poem about the myriad of stars and fur balls as seen by the Dalai Lama?
OK, you got it.
His Holiness wakes and stirs. He waves
aside more sleep – he needs so little now -
stretches, and dips his toes into the softly pelted
bedside rug. No waste for him or his devotees;
His feet are warmed by dust and ancient fur
and nests of wandering mice. He shuffles
slowly to not disturb their rest and
parts the nearby window’s gauze.
His Holiness greets the moon with
a Mona Lisa smile; his eyes reflect
the galaxies, the sky’s refection of the
sea. And this he says: Nothing.
[...] Several months ago, a friend and mentor died: Jason, who gave me the fodder for Furballs and Stars. [...]
Like what’s he gonna say? He didn’t like it? Hardly! Actually it’s already way cool that you sent it to him! And if he does respond… way cool wouldn’t begin to be my response! Good for you Pamela! It is a well and worthy poem, no doubt.
Alright, I did it. :-) I’ll let you know if I receive a personal reply.
Wow. This is exciting! :)
The Dalai Lama rocks. I follow him on Twitter. This poem is so beautiful and a wonderful tribute to him and the majesty of the nighttime sky. Maybe you could send it on to him? He might enjoy it, too.
Good idea, actually, really, and besides it would be as they say, “way cool” to do!
I follow him on Twitter too! I keep hoping I’ll pick up his calmness though Internet osmosis. Do you have his email? ;-)
Here’s his contact information:
http://www.dalailama.com/office/contact
Now you’ve done it, Neil. Fine…I’ll send it. Gulp.
Oh Pamela, I’m so glad you responded to that humble quest. All wonderful. Or is it wanderful?
Alas, I am not so enlightened not to at least wiggle in the cushioned seat of my chair, proclaim I’ve seen the stars in your words. (Teasing, but not sorry in the least.) A good poem to read right before bedtime now. It’s going into my pocket too, the better to remember it! And I love the “nests of wandering mice”. Who wouldn’t? All good!
Thank you, Neil. Jason always wakes me up, you know?
I love the last line!
What else would he say? :-)