Like a robe wears out over time and turns to rags, life wears out from day to day, from second to second.

When sunlight falls on a crystal, lights of all colors of the rainbow appear; yet they have no substance that you can grasp. Likewise, all thoughts in their infinite variety are utterly without substance.

Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.

It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free.

Never forget how swiftly this life will be over, like a flash of summer lightning or the wave of a hand. Now that you have the opportunity to practice dharma, do not waste a single moment on anything else.

Meditation could be said to be the Art of Simplicity: simply sitting, simply breathing and simply being.

Day by day, be content with whatever you have and satisfied with whatever happens. Everything else will then fall naturally into place.