Master Woo Myung Poem – Clouds
In the far distance, puffy white clouds
are drifting by.
Clouds pass,
and it is me that watches them.
I simply watch,
unknowing of whether or not the clouds are Truth.
When the drifting clouds have disappeared,
the sky remains;
the clouds have vanished
and are nowhere to be seen.
I lived attached to the clouds;
thinking back, I was a cloud.
But the clouds are now
no longer clouds.
-Woo Myung-
