As long as you look for a Buddha somewhere else, you'll never see that your own mind is the Buddha

One clings to life although there is nothing to be called life; another clings to death although there is nothing to be called death. In reality, there is nothing to be born; consequently, there is nothing to perish.

Many roads lead to the Path, but basically there are only two: reason and practice.

People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something - always, in a word, seeking.

But when you first embark on the Path, your awareness won't be focused. You're likely to see all sorts of strange, dreamlike scenes. But you shouldn't doubt that all such scenes come from your own mind and nowhere else.

Leaving behind the false, return to the true: make no discriminations between self and others. In contemplation, one's mind should be stable and unmoving, like a wall.

When we're deluded there's a world to escape. When we're aware, there's nothing to escape.