Returning from these inner experiences to the outer world Mani again saw to her right the festive parade of the magnificent silver-rocks. Winter-crystals in many shades of white adorned the strong trunks and manifold branches and decorated the trees and shrubs of the moving winter-mountain with glistening ice-leaves.

When all the wintery splendour of the wandering, finely faceted crystal rock was all limpid, the brilliant white milkrain which poured down from the height of the moon onto the head of the mighty guardian of the sources of wisdom, gushed forth in innumerable silvery-white dew-drops through the mountain onto the trees, shrubs, grass, birds and animals that were all coming along.

Thus in this well-protected world of the sprouting spring-dance a multifold silvery splendour unfolded and marked, as if with little lamps, Mani's way to her pure consciousness.