Meditations on 98: Seek on & Look in                     for Harold A. Scheraga's 98th birthday O sing unto the Lord a new song— we enjoy the treasure given us, flying up as the falcon to that truly delightful spot. The sage is calm everywhere liberated from the objective world, a partaker of the Holy Spirit, with prayer ascending upwards. Prayer is communication with our Ground— the eye links ground and sky, Mind is Mystery behind all mysteries— Seek on, seek on. Look in, look in.. The glory thereof to portray a thousand angels with wings outspread. How shall I find words for the beauty of gemlike flowers & jasperlike grasses. And the round ocean and the living air, the glorious Sun uprist, with wings that winnow blessing so good, so wise, so mild. I forget all else again and again that Maya blinds the spiritual sight, Sparks flew. He had fled again— Shake it dancing, break it down with joy. The maker of a thing yet to be made— When the sun rises, it rises in the poem. It falls to the earth; there it continues wavelets of rivers without end. Is it snow or light? Let's take a walk... great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly ice-wind in my eyes and the suns dance— as I praise Mountain Energy night and day.         Peter Y. Chou         Mountain View, 10-18-2019