from the poet Tukaram:
Landlocked in Fur
I was meditating with my cat the other day
    and all of a sudden she shouted,
        “What happened?”
I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged
her to say more–feeling that if she got it all out on the table
        she would sleep better that night.
So I responded, “Tell me more, dear,”
      and she soulfully meowed,
“Well, I was mingled with the sky and now look–
     I am landlocked in fur.”
To this I said, “I know exactly what
      you mean.”
What to say about conversation
              between
              mystics?