This is a gray, misty emptiness, as if left behind by the painful fusion of sky and earth, a burden shared by me and my companions.
I walk along the boundary where heaven and earth meet. My footsteps disturb the flock of geese lost in thought. The road never reveals itself clearly to the geese, nor does it ever reveal itself clearly to me. The radiance of paradise is nothing but a blurred illusion in distant mountains; you and I are merely wanderers in search of direction.
White cattle and black cats are entangled in inexplicable troubles, forming knots that can never be untied, mixed with silent cries. I have no time to observe these conflicts and sorrows.
I simply leave my footprints on this blank curtain, uncertain whether it is earth or sky. I do not grieve over whether they are orderly or chaotic, nor do I have time to look back at the joys and grievances, praises and curses behind me.
I am only moving forward. At the boundary where heaven and earth meet. In this vast and boundless world, all I do is move forward.