Silence

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-Suzanne

If I were a kitty-cat, I would be purring just now. I could also curl up on your lap, shred your sofa cushions, tickle your toes and lick your nose--but seeing that I have used up all nine of my feline lives already and long ago, I will just have to content myself with licking my fur for now. Did I tell you I have fur? O my yes! But I do. When the moon is full, in fact.

Your prayers, your angels, your caring and love--do you perhaps remember  the whirlwind I was telling you about--oh, several ages ago? Yes. Well. That was you. I know it now. You still have that effect on me--only more so.

Tomorrow I roll up my whiskers and get back to work, I have it in mind to open an other site, so as to supplement my spiritual writings with a bit of social commentary. Ah, --glorious. Jihad! Meeeeow, meow, MEOW! Grrrh.

I am never happier than when I can trash the world. Wouldn`t you know it! Oddly enough, it makes me feel very peaceful and loving and terribly benevolent. And seeing how the world won`t change, my source of joyousness is limitless--so also my sense of irony.

O, my love. Suzanne. River-soul. It is you that are a wonder though--the full and ceaseless wonder of being known, and prayed for and loved. You take me so deeply into the silence sometimes, do you know? Tonight you leave me there with you.

In your arms, in your endless heart,

Olie