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.

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

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.

One should see that all appearance is like mist and fog.

My religion is not deceiving myself.