Meditations on 72: In the Infinite I reach for the Uncreated                                                         for Cathy Opens up eastern horizon of the sky treasure-lord of treasures— let the whole earth be filled with his glory, the spring breeze gently touches everything. Wings and gifts— music each morning a gap out of which pour flashes of energy, our second coming made stones sing like birds— the birds sing so sweetly... I am the candle of the Lord aflame to light the way; the sage sees only the Self shining in endless forms, darkness of delusion dispelled by inner light— Study extensively, think carefully, practice earnestly. See-er and seen are one and there is only a see-ing, Do not refuse to learn what God provides. Fire in its advance will overtake all things, something loose in the wind. But this one doesn't last long... no precious thing would be lost, there goes the Sun— great luminary, behold the light of God. Who sought the thing he loved— look for it in the east and the west. He was in to reach for the hello, The Lord is Knower of the unseen! And yet for one or two moments, the Albatross did follow— You must not turn your head away... Who makes inside and outside? Now to taste something new— Days come and ages pass, can't speed the work, must wait, love me but a little while. Let's go— get up— run and sing wonder with delight, shining in mine eyes— In the Infinite I reach for the Uncreated loving sunrise looking for her face.               Peter Y. Chou               Mountain View, 8-8-2023