(Chinese)

How fragile is Self-Love?
It is a rare and delicate jewel.
I see it.
I long for it.
I want to wear it, never take it off.
I hide it under my pillow

to keep it safe.

Yet somehow it slips away during the night

in a moment's inattention.

How, where did the robbers

enter to steal my jewel without awakening me?

I feel the loss. I must begin again. I go outside…searching I know their hideout. But they are not there.

Only then do I realize that they are not out there
Because they are in here…in me.
They are in my mind, in my emotions,

in my physical body. Hiding out.

Once again, I behold my jewel!
My radiant fragile jewel!
In my mind I glimpse a crown

of jewels descending from above my head into my Heart.

I polish it.
I attend to it.
I become its servant.
I become the caretaker of its home

within my heart.

It will never leave.

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