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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