The Window Between Trains

It started with a train ride. I was sitting by the window, not really thinking—just watching. Another train pulled alongside … More

Mirroring Happiness

There once was a monk who lived alone in a small mountain hut made of mirrored glass. From every angle, … More

When we sit and follow the breath, a shift begins. At first, we’re just noticing—air moving in, air moving out. … More

Once, in a time outside time, I dreamed I was awake. Not the kind of waking with birdsong or sunlight—no. … More

In quiet moments, I imagine my mind as a still bowl of water. If I breathe too hard or move … More

Imagine the experience of your day is a kind of stew—complex, messy, flavorful, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet. Now, suppose you … More

A boundary isn’t always a wall. Sometimes it’s a window—something that defines an edge while still allowing flow. Light can … More

What’s interesting about memory, personality, and ego is that they feel like us—so familiar, so constant—yet they’re more like costumes … More

Life often feels like riding the waves of a river, where we are constantly adjusting to the currents and the … More

Imagine that your brain were shaped like two overlapping ovals—like a pair of eyes turned inward. One oval focuses on … More