Thus, Day 1 (Poem)

how should I approach this time

whether I sit or walk, I am beseiged

a hundred worrisome concerns cloud my mind

a thousand interwoven sorrows weigh my heart

anywhere I look is filled with shadows

comes an answer:

remember the wheel of sharp weapons turns and turns

you are impaling yourself upon its keen blades

bring to mind again the cause of all suffering

face your self-cherishing as the enemy to blame

grind dirty selfishness into the path of compassion

transform polluted craving into offering great generosity

eat your own poisons so that others might live

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