The veil between the worlds is thin,

And I don’t know what state I’m in…

But it is holy.

Rembering the ancestors, I ponder the responsibilities of being an ancestor…

For that is the goal of evolution is it not?  

To be an ancestor, to shepherd in, to be a midwife to the coming future 

Or at least for the next seven generations.

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I watch the feral kittens stop and look at the setting sun,

Or at least they are looking West

I stop and watch them…

And look westward too.