The east and the west are yours, the north and the south are yours.
The center is mine.
I stand in the center, I sit in the center, I sleep in the center.
I move and it moves with me.
There are no doors to close.
I am here and the Beloved is here and the universe is all around me.
I walk in beauty and ugliness, joy and grief, riches and poverty.
I walk on concrete and in trees, indoors and out, up stairs and down.
I walk on land and in seas, below ground and above, in darkness and light.
Now I walk in beauty: beauty before me, beauty behind me, above me and below me.
The center holds: blessing to the Beloved.