Contain all human faces in your own without any judgment of them
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.
What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Students of cunning have consumed their hearts and learned only tricks; they've thrown away real riches: patience, self-sacrifice, generosity. Rich thought opens the way.