Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying ‘And then I shall have wings and antennae,’ there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.

Awakening is to see the old with new eyes.

Awakening is the quality of someone who finds freedom in good fortune and bad.

Awakening is to realize that the truth is not that one carries oneself forward and experiences the myriad things... rather, the truth is that the myriad things come forward and experience themselves.

The Dream is the aquarium of the night.

The Dream is the literature of sleep.

The Dream is what you wake up from.

The Dream is the memory of the night.