[The Truth] is like a great cloud
Rising above the world
And covering all.
A wisdom cloud filled with moisture
illuminated with lightning flashes
And vibrating with thunderous roars.
It brings delight to all,
Obscuring the light of the sun,
Refreshing the earth.
The cloud lowers and expands
As if one could reach out and touch it.
It rains equally everywhere
Falling alike in the four directions
Pouring without measure
saturating all the land.
The Truth is present in every place, equally. And so all places are sacred.
But I do not yet have the skill and wisdom necessary to see the Truth under difficult conditions. This is nothing to worry about. I walk in the mountains to find the places where it is easy to practice, where solitude is guaranteed, where peace and quiet fill the space around me. I go to them over and over again. I inhabit them and, in time, become part of them. They are my teachers and my friends.