As a cloud in the sky

Carried by a breeze

He is letting go of any form

He is receiving

With a childlike smile

Looking at a heaven

He records

All that comes and goes in the world

Beside the road loaded with burden

Of the world permeated with striving

Goes another one

Free of anything that can be acquired

Sky-blue is the other road

Which goes through unbound heaven

You have nothing

Consciousness without any acquisition

Round is that

Into which he enters

Entering thus

The whole world at once

Round is that

Which is the meaning

Of everything else

It is neither departure

Nor acquisition of anything

You are the consciousness

Which does not consider anything as its own