In horror of death, I took to the mountains - again and again I meditated on the uncertainty of the hour of death, capturing the fortress of the deathless unending nature of mind. Now all fear of death is over and done.

Hasten slowly and ye shall soon arrive.

To attain Buddhahood ... we must scatter this life's aims and objects to the wind.

One should see that all appearance is like mist and fog.

Deep in the wild mountains, is a strange marketplace,where you can trade the hassle and noise of everyday life, for eternal Light.

Accustomed long to contemplating love and compassion I have forgotten all difference between myself and others

In the gap between thoughts nonconceptual wisdom shines continuously.

My religion is to live and die without regret.

He who knows that all things are his mind, That all with which he meets are friendly, Is ever joyful.

In the monastery of your heart, you have a temple where all Buddhas unite.

I have no desire for wealth or possessions, and so I have nothing. I do not experience the initial suffering of having to accumulate possessions, the intermediate suffering of having to guard and keep up possessions, nor the final suffering of loosing the possessions.

My religion is not deceiving myself.

If one stays too long with friends They will soon tire of him Living in such closeness leads to dislike and hate. It is but human to expect and demand too much When one dwells too long in companionship.

Life is short and the time of death is uncertain so apply yourself to meditation. Avoid doing evil, and acquire merit, to the best of your ability, even at the cost of life itself. In short: Act so that you have no cause to be ashamed of yourselves and hold fast to this rule.