When the men of the world look for this path amid the clouds
it vanishes, with not a trace where it lay.
The high peaks have many precipices;
on the widest gulleys hardly a gleam falls.
Green walls close behind and before;
white clouds gather east and west.
Do you want to know where the cloud-path lies?
The cloud-path leads from sky to sky.
These are times in which one clears the mind of confusion and distraction billions of times. When once asked if this clearing of the mind of the old, past impressions goes on and on, an ancient one said “You breathe again and again. So too, drop the old, the past again and again.”