Just as it was transmitted to me:

Misfortune peers out as if it wished to hunt.

Strong winds are coming down upon your back.

The doors you once wished to walk through go flying off.

The storm closes in on you with its emboldened stride.

The ranks have closed; you must take shelter now.

The only safe refuge is you yourself.

You have all the answers you once wished to know.

Come back to yourself soon, and take charge of everything.

Stop refusing to be who you are.

You are that eternal heart of life in its rebirth.

You are those thousand rainbows of a formless dreamer who once wished to exist.

The sun always shines for your throbbing gaze.

All is well when you are the one who is well.

Peace is imminent.