Doors

Every ache is a door.

Start with what you feel. Each door speaks to the problem, then points into the teaching.

Anxiety and overthinking

The mind won't stop. Every thought pulls another behind it, and you are dragged along.

Surrounded by people, still apart. A pane of glass between you and the world.

Someone is gone, and the shape of them is everywhere.

Running hard toward something that keeps moving further away.

Machines can write, paint, reason. What is left that is only me?