Meditations on 45: Quieter than Sleep                                                         for Elisa Bring great offerings creates good fortune: Practice thoroughly, meditate on them well— Everything. Your veins flowed with being. Keep your mind crystal clear. I form the light, and create darkness, people praise me for ever and ever. My illusions are sweeter than truth— Shadows here are deep with no voice. Step out of time, enter God's eternity— divinity within me, serene and content, perfection finding joy in my work, without sincerity there will be nothing. Where dwells that Supreme Spirit?— shine forth with splendor of wisdom from morning until the evening, true fullness is fully present. I walk over the grass, watching the morning glory, look at the grass through the forest path he comes, comes, soft summer wind blew in light green trees. Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare in a mountain temple in the quiet night, flowers in a wood where nobody goes, lonely flowers dark in the evening. Pure sky, level sand in the distance— cloudless sky for ten thousand miles, there is nothing new under the sun— come back into fullness of everything. A person looks, the blossoms look back: Though they were seemly to be seen— Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, sunlight and singing welcome your coming. Almost suspended, we are laid asleep, there's something quieter than sleep— wells within us far, far too deep— for here is Being without end.         Peter Y. Chou         Mountain View, 3-5-2022