When you are born, where do you come from?
When you die, where do you go?
Life is like a floating cloud which appears.
Death is like a floating cloud that disappears,
The floating cloud itself originally does not exist.
Life and death, coming and going, are also like that.
But there is one thing which always remains clear.
It is pure and clear, not depending on life and death.
What, then, is the one pure and clear thing?
This passage appeared in a catalog advertising meditation cushions and other meditation accessories. No author or translator was noted in the catalog. I suppose it is a Taoist or Buddhist poem. Can you tell me where it comes from?
Though I cannot explain why I find this poem meaningful, and I still wonder, what is the one pure and clear thing?
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