I knew that most people never see this reality because they attach to the material aspect of the world. Illusions of self and other fill their vision. I also realized there are those with little dust limiting their vision.

To do a little good is more than to accomplish great conquests.

You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.

Few among men are they who cross to the further shore. The others merely run up and down the bank on this side.

Should a person do good, let him do it again and again. Let him find pleasure therein, for blissful is the accumulation of good.

Be greatly aware of the present.

As long as one feels that he is the doer, he cannot escape from the wheel of births.