Meditations on 70: Up, up, my feathers!— barefoot with joy                                                           for Cathy I travel around the sky on its four sides— to know me, look inside your heart, seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee the first fathers dwell in that place. Discard thy mortal body and come to pure ether— the divine is everywhere, seen in stillness & peace. Timely silence is mother of the wisest thoughts, become earth, so you may grow colored flowers. Spirit is the mystery of ten thousand things— all water flow into the ocean, yet it is never full. This universe is the product of illusion— the water blushed, and turned to wine. A crow flies in heaven's sweetest air, doing a long dance to the Cloudy Green. Be on guard & receive blessed gift of prayer. Let prayer become your beautiful Lover. Good evening to you, beautiful deep! and deep and deep and deeper let me drink the wandering night, kiss of the rain— the sea it was blue. A leap to the other shore to experiencing the Absolute— unapproachable, ineffable, blue triangular why of dreams blossoming bleating sheep, the crowing cock at dawn. I love you with what in me is unfinished, work and rest are filled with music— the wind of autumn blows in, let beauty touch her wonder. Seasons come dancing and pass away— And what was lowly, Love raises on high when every silence will not make a dream— Up, up, my feathers!— barefoot with joy.               Peter Y. Chou               Mountain View, 8-5-2021