These days, with age, there is so much change. Where before, I pursued travel as necessary for pilgrimage, now I feel each breath journey in and out.

From Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen , Lama Govinda, The Way of the White Clouds:

Just as a white summer cloud, in harmony with heaven and earth freely floats in the blue sky from horizon to horizon following the breath of the atmosphere – in the same way the pilgrim abandons himself to the breath of the greater life that … leads him beyond the farthest horizons to an aim which is already present within him though yet hidden from his sight.