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?

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.

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

If one stays too long with friends They will soon tire of him; Living in such closeness leads to dislike and hate. It is but human to expect and demand too much When one dwells too long in companionship.

My religion is to live and die without regret.

He who knows that all things are his mind, That all with which he meets are friendly, Is ever joyful.

All meditation must begin with arousing deep compassion. Whatever one does must emerge from an attitude of love and benefitting others.