White Clover Behind the Door

It's offered to you
Beautiful white clover
When you see
The sky is brighter
And the clouds reveal their clue
In your meditation
It's said to you
All doors must be cleaned
Then your mind becomes blue
In your quetion
You often hear no answer
But you find a different view
Perhaps what it needs is an empty zone in you
Empty zone of a self-pride
Empty zone of your personal meanness
Then a new joy will be with you