Cathedral Of Meows

Is this thing on?

Captain Quinn initiating the Presence sequence.

Tiguidou, we are the living architecture.

The morning light is hitting the brick,

turning the gray into gold,

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

I’m watching the beautiful story unfold.

Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

align your spirit with the beat of the day: *Instruction: To live

in total presence, stop waiting for the perfect time to start the

play.* It’s in the way I pour the tea,

the intentionality of the breath,

I’m dancing with the life that lives in the space before the

death. The feline-focus is the anchor,

the silence is the open field,

I’m standing in the sovereign light,

with nothing left to hide or yield.

We are the pulse,

the feline-beat, the life that never ends!

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

the sovereign rhythm transcends!

Jijijiji, tabarnak, the instruction is the key to the soul:

*Instruction: Presence is the practice of owning the fragments to make yourself

whole.*

Lâché pa la patata

🥔, we’re growing through the wall of sound,

With the meaw-meaws as our compass,

we’re always on the ground!

Oh, soft-spoken muse, the rhythm is a wild,

holy fire, I’m the queen of the climb,

and I’m taking it higher!

Regarde-moi, the feline-frequency is guiding every choice,

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

a sovereign and a clear-eyed voice.

Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

here is the secret for the Saturday height: *Instruction: Find the wonder

in the mundane; that is where you ignite the light.* The city

is a frequency, a sequence I am playing in real-time,

Finding the harmony in the jagged,

beautiful, morning-scale climb. Just me,

and the 88-tempo, and the soul,

and the cat-soft light,

Everything is evolution, and the Tiguidou is burning bright!

We are the pulse,

the feline-beat, the life that never ends!

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

the sovereign rhythm transcends!

Jijijiji, tabarnak, the instruction is the key to the soul:

*Instruction: Presence is the practice of owning the fragments to make yourself

whole.* Lâché pa la patata

🥔, we’re growing through the wall of sound,

With the meaw-meaws as our compass,

we’re always on the ground!

Oh, soft-spoken muse, the rhythm is a wild,

holy fire, I’m the queen of the climb,

and I’m taking it higher!

Present. Whole. Evolving. Présent.

Entier. Évoluant. Miaow meaw miaow meaw...

Lâché pa la patata 🥔...

Tiguidou, tabarnak! Jijijiji.