# Three colors, cats, Buddhist ways
Every morning, the three colors rush to the water.
As soon as I saw the mother holding a basket of lotus flowers and candle incense coming out of the house,
"Let's go to the temple."
Mother said softly smiling.
The three colors hurried to jump on the small boat.
Sitting straight like a duty
The long tail swings in a good mood.
The boat cruised slowly through the quiet water.
There are floating leaves on the canal.
Some flowers just took a light pink morning light.
Three colors like to help mom collect lotus flowers.
Even if it's just a light play with your feet.
Until the water splashed on the mother's face everywhere
Mother never scolded
He laughed and rubbed his head kindly.
When reaching the small temple in the middle of the forest park,
The morning bell rang faintly.
The smell of mild incense mingled with the cold wind by the canal.
The three colors will follow the mother into the pavilion.
Sitting crouched next to the mat while the mother was paying respect to the monk.
Sometimes it looks still at the Buddha.
It's like listening to a chant with your own little heart.
After paying homage, I meditate under the big tree next to the temple.
And every time, the three colors sit peacefully next to them.
No vocals.
There's no naughty like every day.
There's only one cat.
Who wants to be around mom.
At the quietest and mildest moment of the morning,
The wind blows gently across the surface of the water.
The lotus is slowly leaning as if praying along the way.
And in that small world by the canal,
The Joy of Three Colors
It's just a boat ride to the temple.
Worship the monk
And sit calm next to me every morning. 🌸🐈⛵🙏






































































