"Let it flow, let it be whatever the wind chooses," the white cloud would say

Doesn't it know that it is the one choosing its own direction?

For is the white cloud really separate from the wind that moves it?

Perhaps it will choose not to resist being moved by the wind. But can't it choose which direction the wind that finds it will take?

For isn't the will one and the same for all beings?

Among the infinite directions, isn't there one single center that moves everything?