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If someone asks
My abode
I reply:
"The east edge of
The Milky Way."
Like a drifting cloud,
Bound by nothing:
I just let go
Giving myself up
To the whim of the wind
- Ryokan's poem translated by John Stevens
Like a drifting cloud, he has no preconceived notion of where he’s supposed to be or go. Because he has no preconceived notion, his mind does not limit him, and he can be or go anywhere, with equanimity. This is complete liberation, freedom from all restraint. Wherever life takes him, he will go.