As rain leaks into a poorly roofed house, so does passion invade an uncultivated mind. As no rain leaks into a well-roofed house, passion does not invade a cultivated mind.
Ay, no wonder I find myself often running in too many directions at once, i.e., not going much of anywhere. The invasion of passions indeed.
Not surprisingly, when I am centered and mindful (cultivating my mind?), I don't get so caught up in illusory foolishness. So, part of Lent is clearly about getting the roof of one's soul in good shape.