Monthly Archives: March 2009

Mother cat injured

old photo

The Aunty had managed to get all the kittens adopted… but no takers for the mother, although she is young and very sweet. The mother was then released back to the street.

We suspect that she was hit by a car. She walks very slowly with a limp (hind leg) and hunches her back when walking. She looks bright and alert and the Aunty says that she is eating a little. Hope no internal injuries! Gave the Aunty Clavulox and told her to observe and bring to the vet for x-rays and tests if no improvement or getting worse…

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Muddy has a room-mate

This young female is from Area 3 Blk *45. Sylvia caught her this morning and I collected her from the Feeding Aunty in the afternoon. Aunty said that she was very noisy… but so far she seems to be quiet. She will be sterilised tomorrow.

I think Muddy is still constipated…

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Muddy getting better

I was worried because he had not defecated since I brought him in 4 days ago. Have been syringe-feeding him a whole can of Avoderm every day and also gave him some oily Liver-Chicken Feast with added wheat grass for fiber. Today I was thinking of giving him an enema and smsed Ivy to help me hold him down…

Muddy must have sensed that I am up to something unpleasant… a few minutes later there was poo in the litter tray 🙂

Will probably release him in 3 days time.

 

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Fish gasping for air

Saw a Sheng Siong outlet in my neighbourhood and went in to see how the “food animals” such as life fish and frogs are being treated at this store. Didn’t see any frogs and the tanks holding life fish seemed not to be overcrowded…. but then I saw this fish (in the centre of the photo) still flapping about and gasping for air. The smiles of the sales staff told me that this is simply the way it’s done…

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A Senior Cat

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Please Call Me by My True Names

I have a poem for you. This poem is about three of us.

The first is a twelve-year-old girl, one of the boat people crossing the Gulf of Siam. She was raped by a sea pirate, and after that she threw herself into the sea. The second person is the sea pirate, who was born in a remote village in Thailand. And the third person is me. I was very angry, of course. But I could not take sides against the sea pirate. If I could have, it would have been easier, but I couldn’t. I realized that if I had been born in his village and had lived a similar life – economic, educational, and so on – it is likely that I would now be that sea pirate. So it is not easy to take sides.

Out of suffering, I wrote this poem. It is called “Please Call Me by My True Names,” because I have many names, and when you call me by any of them, I have to say, “Yes.?

Please Call Me by My True Names

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow —
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.

And I am the man who has to pay
his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

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Where Science and Buddhism Meet

Mind and Reality

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

The mind is everything.

~ Buddha

All matter originates and exists only

By virtue of a force…

We must assume behind this force

The existence of a conscious and

Intelligent Mind. This Mind

Is the matrix of all matter

~ Max Planck

Founder of Quantum Physics

Where Science and Buddhism Meet:

Emptiness, Oneness,

And the Nature of Reality

http://vimeo.com/2293696

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