Thursday, November 29, 2012

Random thought

When my cat, M. Gaston, was still a kitten, my Basset hound, Bailey, adopted him as her own. She would gently pick him up in her mouth and carry him like a puppy; when he would try to wander off, she would get in front of him, bark urgently, and herd him back to a spot where she could keep her eye on him.

The Tao is a river wide as the universe, and as small as a tear trickling down your cheek. The millions of galaxies cannot fill it, but it will fit in the palm of your hand.

It was right in front of me all along, but it took me 55 years to discover it.

Look at it, and you will see it. Look for it, and you won't.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

hi i like your blog and your cat is called mr gaston right? cuase my cat name is Mr fabulous