The Letter S: Sufi Spins
Shhh! Speech is silver but silence is gold
Satsang with a friend on soul and spirit
under Sequoia sempervirens in the park
with a small sparrow and squirrel nearby
and a newly found "S" bottle cap from Snapple
that may unveil seals, signals, and symbols
of secret societies meant only for initiates
"G" for Freemasons & "322" for Skulls & Bones.
Music of Satie, Schubert, and Schumann,
paintings of Sengai, Seurat, and Shitao,
poetry of Sappho, Shu Shi, and Shakespeare
may inspire our soul to the Supreme Spirit.
The sage sits under a shady sycamore
teaching students to strive for the sublime
seek the state between thoughts, source of silence,
then do nothing and let Grace bless your life.
See the Shroud of Turin, hear a Zen shout,
dance Sufi spins, or simply sit still
shatter our senses to sudden satori
so sleepers awake on that other shore
not one's little ego but the Cosmic Self
beyond space-time, infinite and eternal,
not leaves shaking on trees during a storm
but the sturdy sap streaming through it all.
On a street named Straight, Saul regained his sight,
became Saint Paul to spread the message of Christ.
The snow-covered street lamp casts a slim shadow
and six swallows soar from treetops to the sky.
The Supreme Self is limitless unbounded space
where galaxies spiral slowly as ships at sea
or the silent silver screen unperturbed,
serene in scorching fire or storms of sleet.
A shepherd tends sheep, swans glide in streams,
a sunflower sways softly in the sunshine
I stroll slowly in serene solitude and
sit still chanting Om Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Peter Y. Chou
Mountain View, 10-25-2014