observe treasures of gold and gems as so many bricks and pebbles.

look upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags.

see myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of fruit, and the greatest lake in India as a drop of oil upon my foot.

perceive the teachings of the world as the illusions of magicians.

discern the highest conception of emancipation as a golden brocade in a dream, and view the holy path of the illuminated ones as flowers appearing in one's eyes.

see meditation as a pillar of a mountain, nirvana as a nightmare of daytime.

look upon the judgments of right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon, and the rise and fall of belief as traces left by the four seasons.