Water, not disturbed by waves, settles down of itself. A mirror, not covered with dust, is clear and bright. The mind should be like this.
The sublime is contained in the ordinary, the hardest in the easiest. What is self-conscious and ulterior is far from the truth. What is mindless is near.
Just as the moon only reflects its light in a pool, so the mind, empty and unattached, does not know itself and the outside world as two things.
Now that I’ve shed my skin completely, one true reality alone exists.