The gatha I often take refuge in is, “Coming back to the island of myself.” When life seems like a turbulent ocean, we have to remember we have an island of peace inside. Life has ups and downs, coming and going, gain and loss. Dwelling in the island of self, you are safe. When the Buddha was dying, he taught us not to take refuge in anything or anyone else, but to only take refuge in our own island. Breathing in, make two steps and say, “Taking refuge.” Breathing out, make three steps and say, “In the island of self.” Or change it to, “I go back. Taking refuge.” You can always adjust whatever poem you’ve chosen to practice with.
Breathing in, I go back to the island within myself. There are beautiful trees within the island. There are clear streams of water. There are birds, sunshine and fresh air. Breathing out, I feel safe. I enjoy going back to my island.