1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost . . .
I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in . . . it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5.
I walk down another street.
Original Source: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche
My Source: The Wickedly Wise Web (WWW).