
‘Just like a white cloud disappearing’.
A white cloud is a mystery—
the coming, the going, the very being of it.
A white cloud exists without any roots—
it is an unrooted phenomenon, grounded nowhere,
or grounded in the nowhere.
But it still exists.
A white cloud really has no way of his own.
It drifts. It has nowhere to reach, no destination,
no destiny to be fulfilled, no end.
You cannot frustrate a white cloud
the coming, the going, the very being of it.
A white cloud exists without any roots—
it is an unrooted phenomenon, grounded nowhere,
or grounded in the nowhere.
But it still exists.
A white cloud really has no way of his own.
It drifts. It has nowhere to reach, no destination,
no destiny to be fulfilled, no end.
You cannot frustrate a white cloud
because wherever it reaches is the goal.
Enlightened One's come and go,
Enlightened One's come and go,
just like white clouds in the blue sky,
without leaving a trace.
Peace
KP
Peace
KP
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