O Divine Teacher, train me to recognize the difference between my soul’s lasting happiness and the passing pleasures of the senses. Keep my eyes open that I be not deceived by my senses, decked out as they are in stolen royal trappings and in the mirage‐cloak of false happiness as, thus disguised, they try to enter the mansion of my life.
Discipline my unwise, wayward senses that my pleasures be spiritualized, and that I look ever beyond the illusion of glittering, visible forms to find divine joy hidden, simply dressed in the white robe of humility.
153. Teach Me, That My Senses May Contact Nothing But the Good