The monk who trained me would sometimes draw in the air as he spoke, as if painting invisible strings that shimmered before my eyes.“Everything,” he said, “is on a karmic journey. You are not one journey but many intersecting.” He would trace the lines between them — body, mind, world — like constellations that only the quiet-hearted can see. The Streams That Flow Through Us The body, he said, began as a single cell that learned to breathe, to feed, to adapt. It has wandered

The Ghost Within In Buddhist teaching, the hungry ghost  — preta  — is a being trapped in endless craving. Its mouth is tiny, its stomach vast, and nothing it consumes ever satisfies. But this image is not about some far-off realm; it is a mirror for the mind that has lost its center. Whenever we are ruled by wanting — more comfort, more attention, more escape — we are walking in the hungry-ghost world . The ghost hungers not only for food or pleasure, but for the feeling of

The Buddha’s Vision of Reality In the quiet of his awakening, the Buddha saw that all things — the body, the mind, even the mountains and stars — are without self . What we call a “self” or an “object” is not an independent thing but a collection of conditions : arising, changing, and dissolving in endless flow. This insight is called anattā , the principle of non-self . It means that in the deepest truth, there is no “me,” no “you,” and no “thing” that stands alone. Everyth