In the distance lies a wondrous lake,
where the sky takes the clear water as its mirror;
here heaven and earth lose their boundaries,
lake and sky reflecting one another.
I step slowly into the lake,
ripples spreading, as if walking among clouds;
step by step, vast and serene,
as though about to fall into the flowing river of the heavens.
I lift my head, taking the sky as my mirror,
yet in the sky I see only the sky itself;
beneath my feet drift shadows of clouds, above me clouds in motion—
the water reflects the sky, and the sky quietly reflects me.
And so I awaken within the mirror:
I am not a traveler walking through the world,
nor am I one who gazes up at the sky—
I am the very sky that is gazed upon—
With the sky as my mirror,
I am not a cloud, but the entire sky;
with the sea as my mirror,
I am not a wave, but the entire ocean.
Thus I behold the light, and I behold the path;
clouds are the breath through which I wander;
the Milky Way is my outstretched body;
and the stars are the flicker of my heartbeat.
With the sky as my mirror, I meet heaven within the light;
clouds and sky tremble, as I break free from the boundless wind,
already transformed into a part of pure existence,
turning with the stars, flying toward eternal light—
