We living beings, right down to crickets, ants, mosquitoes , and flies, all possess life that is without beginning or end.

Few cross over the river. Most are stranded on this side. On the riverbank they run up and down. But the wise man, following the way, Crosses over, beyond the reach of death. He leaves the dark way For the way of light.

It is within this fathoms-long carcass, with its mind and its notions, that I declare there is the world, the origin of the world, the cessation of the world and the path leading to the cessation of the world.

Never tell a lie. Anyone who can tell you the slightest of lies is also capable of any evil.

Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows an evil thought as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draws it. Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves.

May everyone be happy and safe, and may their hearts be filled with joy.

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