Hasten slowly and ye shall soon arrive.
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.
All meditation must begin with arousing deep compassion. Whatever one does must emerge from an attitude of love and benefitting others.
You menace others with your deadly fangs. But in tormenting them, you are only tormenting yourselves.
Do not entertain hopes for realization, but practice all your life...
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.
He who knows that all things are his mind, That all with which he meets are friendly, Is ever joyful.
When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing a stick.
In the monastery of your heart, you have a temple where all Buddhas unite.
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?
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.
Know emptiness, Be compassionate.
My religion is not deceiving myself.
I need nothing. I seek nothing. I desire nothing.
Desires achieved increase thirst like salt water.
In brief, without being mindful of death, whatever Dharma practices you take up will be merely superficial.
All worldly pursuits have but one unavoidable and inevitable end, which is sorrow; acquisitions end in dispersion; buildings in destruction; meetings in separation; births in death.
One should see that all appearance is like mist and fog.
When you are strong and healthy, You never think of sickness coming, But it descends with sudden force, Like a stroke of lightning. When involved in worldly things, You never think of death’s approach; Quick it comes like thunder, Crashing round your head.
Take the lowest place, and you shall reach the highest.