Just like a white cloud Disappearing / Wie eine weisse Wolke die Verschwindet / Assim como uma nuvem branca Desaparecendo / Al igual que una nube blanca Desaparciendo

Just before Buddha died somebody asked him: ‘When a buddha dies where does he go? Does he survive or simply disappear into nothingness?’

Buddha has been reported to have said: ‘Just like a white cloud disappearing …’

A white cloud is a mystery, the coming, the going, the very being of it.

A white cloud exists without any roots. It is a phenomenon without roots, grounded nowhere or grounded in the nowhere. But still it exists.

The whole of existence is like a white cloud: without any roots, without any causality, without any ultimate cause, it exists. It exists as a mystery.

A white cloud really has no way of its own. It drifts. It has nowhere to reach, no destination, no destiny, no end.

If you have a goal, you are bound to get frustrated.

The more goal-oriented your mind is, the more anguish, anxiety and frustration there will be, because once you have a goal you are moving with a fixed  destination.

And the whole exists without any destiny. The whole is not moving anywhere; there is no goal to it, no purpose.

Once you are fixed to a goal, purpose, destiny, meaning, once you have got that madness of reaching  somewhere, then problems will arise.

And you will be defeated, that is certain. Your defeat is in the very nature of existence itself.

The goal is here and now. Once the goal is somewhere else mind starts its journey. Then the mind starts thinking, then the mind starts a process.

If future is there, then mind can flow, then mind can have its course, then mind has space to move. With purpose comes future, with future comes time.

The mind can not exist without purpose, so the mind goes on creating purposes.

If the worldly purposes are lost, then the mind creates religious purposes, otherworldly purposes.

If money has become useless, then meditation becomes useful.

If the World of competition, politics, has become useless, then another World of new competition, of religion, achievement, becomes meaningful.

But mind always hankers for some meaning, some purpose.

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