My mind relies on nothing, so when night falls, I simply stop.
My body lives nowhere, so at the break of day, I leave once again.
Because my robe of patience is thick, I cannot be injured by canes, sticks, tiles, or rocks.
Because the room of my compassion is large, I do not hear mocking or hostility.
Because I recite the samadhi of the Name with faith, the entire marketplace is my place of practice.
Because I see the Buddha by hearing my own voice, my breath is my string of prayer beads.
Each night I await the welcome of the Buddha; each morning I rejoice that the end draws near.
I surrender my three actions to karma and entrust my four postures to awakening.