I have found myself participating in compulsive activities of late, doing meaningless things in a driven manner simply to block out the rising rattle of thoughts have begun circling in my head like manic buzzards--like manic buzzards on meth. This morning, I need to slow down the interior. I also need humor. Following are several koans (thoughts or questions intended for meditation) from Henry Beard's Zen for Cats.
What is the sound made by a single jaw chewing on a mouse?
If there were no inside, would you still want to go outside?
If you encounter the Buddha on a garden path, bite him.
What is so special about the weeds in the big pots in the living room?
Why does the vacuum cleaner fall silent when its tail comes out of the wall?