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.
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.