Sitting cross legged
I dance between mindfulness
and Samadhi,
slipping the unmarked boundary
until engulfed by the void.
Buddha crawls into my lap
an utter stillness until
she touches my cheek
with sand paper tongue
and kneads my chest
with rhythmic paws.
I run my fingers
down her spine.
We purr, wedded
in perfect enlightenment.

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