When whatever owns me causes strife, then I vow to let strife depart with whatever owns me, both may leave.
When pride beckons me to follow, I say, “The path is dark.”
Pride answers, “Trust me.” This is my first failing.
I am in want. I flounder in fear. I breathe, “I am content.” Then I am renewed.
“Where is my home? Today, at this moment, my home is here where I am.”
“I am cold. I am hungry. I am alone. I am unwise, and my tongue is dry.”
I seek harmony of mind. This I trust is the foundation of my house un-divided.