It's spring again— robins and the bear,
evening and morning— the first day.
Hear the truth: insight— a clear lake,
calm mind— joy everywhere.

Listen— learn wisdom near the fire,
heaven and earth mutually merge.
A young woman before the gate
enjoys the blessings of fortune.

Look at the moon, not the pointing finger.
Be self-reliant, energy will come.
Flowers cover the hillside—
find me a Sophy's Rose,
clear moon, cool wind, wintry pine.

A sage with neither words nor silence
in the Potter's house, surrounded by clay,
takes a fiddle or flute and plays—
"Let the beauty we love be what we do
 There are hundreds of ways to kiss the earth."

Learn a new sound, see a new sight—
the precious pearls of the Orient
the loveliest grey-blue eyes
my Muse blessing every book
to seek anew shining chariots
and horses, enlightened minds—
Perseus, Hercules, Jonah, Vishnu
swimming in space endless time.

Nights pass, ages bloom
flowers fade, no time to lose
this priceless Hour
say nothing— let me go
at the present moment I see my way
O friend, welcome! In this new life
we're united again— Love,
enter my eyes with your skies.

— Peter Y. Chou
     Mountain View, 10-21-2003