When the intractable love leviathan attacks,
Upending that fine art of mindfulness,
Tearing away that joyful, soulful balance,
Give it a good look; give it a fine thought.
Give it your days; give it your nights,
Watch in despair as it consumes your soul.
But if you can stand still, and not give up yet,
If you can fight, and your head is unbowed yet,
One day, one moment,
You shall stumble upon your old gold mine,
Muddied, yet faithfully guarding all your golden rays
That rush back home, to fill your mind, and your thoughts
To chase the leviathans away, slash them, burn them
Lightness fills the heart; cheer spreads the body,
Dark clouds lift, the glow that becomes the face.
Thus returns that wondrous laugh, from the depths of your heart
The sunshine and the lightness of spirit, so truly yours,
That same lightness that no leviathans can assail.
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