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

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.

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.

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

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

I need nothing. I seek nothing. I desire nothing.

Mental activity in the daytime creates a latent form of habitual thought which again transforms itself at night into various delusory visions sensed by the semi-consciousness. This is called the deceptive and magic-like Bardo of Dream.