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MEDITATIONS ON 27: THE STONE MAN IS CRYING The cube of the Trinity— Dante's vision of Beatrice love, sweetness, beatitude Double flame, the 9th hour's rays the smile of the universe— O joy! gladness! love & peace! At the 27th step of π, O God created the soul of the universe 27 houses of the Moon 27 bones in the human hand 27th day— Mozart was born Darkness upon the face of the deep— the First Mystery— the Treasury of the Light sings praises at the foot of the mountain thunder providing nourishment perseverance brings good fortune Be mindful— be aware of what you do, all things spring from seeds, the silence of wishes and desires beyond words— the language of birds a dark gorge babbles, a pine sighs and solid mountains pass away The arrow soars through space— Can you produce or reduce the void? Stop seeking and be tranquil. Sincerity penetrates all spirits— This is a place where flowers bloom, trees dance and dreams melt away. The truth that has not been taught— "Not mind, not Buddha, not things" Golden breeze— soft rain clouds the sky the fragrance of spring flowers yellow and blue and red, wild-almond, lotus, magnolia The wise open their wings to God not as geese but as eagles— good deeds return a thousandfold The nightingale sang last night: "The Endless has no end— the Tao is Yin & Yang following each other." The Rose Garden of Wisdom hides mysteries pour rich orange round the purple core, white daisy, white gold The soul's impassioned flight— mind's journey of beautous black night and Phoenix light in the sunbeam See the one in a thousand threads— water in the stream, river, and pond, the sea— falling snow in wintry air Morns like these— we parted sleep from the waking-dream and reap nothing but the air burst into leaf Awakening is the dissolving of appearance, evaporation of a dream, vanishing as an object A blue streak— speed the Falcon words like shafts of lightning silent drums, summer of your heart Consciousness of balance is Nirvana— this universe— an eternal cycle pulsating rhythm of thought & rest The night is black as a black stone carved stone upon stone, I sleep. Can you tell the down from the up? Summer is over, spring follows winter as clover knows golden fruits, roses answer the thorniest question "The stone man is crying— why?" I know not its meaning "Only go straight— don't know" but i am nought, i have nought— be nothing to be filled up holy emptiness is everywhere Life is not holy because it is beautiful. It is beautiful because it is holy Be generous with your time rekindle the flame— Wake up! We're all in heaven now. — Peter Y. Chou Mountain View, 2-27-2004 |
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