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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