My friend Bruise is dying. He always has been, but only recently did I recognize it. He's back from the hospital and by my side. He is accepting and serene.
"You see this goblet?.For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, `Of course.' When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious."
Achaan Chaa
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I know Bruise is an adored pet; more than that, he is a friend. And I understand he is a highly valued clerical employee within your business, as well as revered leader of his possee---some of which you can never approach. It is Bruise's charisma and beautiful spirit that keep them near enough to nurture.
Remember, it is true that cats have 9 lives, and positive thinking can result in positive outcomes...even miracles.
A friend in California
just like a cat to be disloyal and die on you. Had some friends like that.
You have another friend in California?
Sorry about Bruise...it's so hard to let them go, and such a relief.
A difference between a beautiful glass and a living thing; the living thing leaves a spirit around for some time.
an Other friend in California
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