Let the ugliness of unkindness in others impel
me to make myself beautiful with loving-kindness.
May harsh speech from my companions remind
me to use sweet words always. If stones from evil
minds are cast at me, let me send in return only
missiles of goodwill.
As a jasmine vine sheds its flowers over the hands
delivering ax blows at its roots, so, on all who act
inimically toward me may I shower the blossoms of
forgiveness.

From "Whispers from Eternity"