Curse the saint who shares with the ungrateful, and damn the monk who gives without reconciliation
While I love all that I have, it is hard to forget that I am poor in many ways.
I am happy and hungry, lonely and loving, and it saddens me that
There are some people who take everything for granted. The same everything that I cherish.
Some people have so many blessings that they forget to keep count.
Give those people love. Don’t give them more things to own.