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.

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

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

Hasten slowly and ye shall soon arrive.

Strong and healthy, who thinks of sickness until it strikes like lightning? Preoccupied with the world, who thinks of death, until it arrives like thunder?

You menace others with your deadly fangs. But in tormenting them, you are only tormenting yourselves.

My religion is to live and die without regret.