Beautiful sun rays over Buddhist monks at the graveyard of my little sister, Alanthara. My little brother shot this several hours ago. Today, my five-year-old nephew Kyle, misses his mother so much. He took the snow ball music we bought for his mother home with him. We have one at home, but he would not take it. He wanted the one at his mom’s grave… My mother, father and siblings love my little sister so much. They go visit her almost every day. Before the death of my little sister, a cemetery would be the last place my family would go. But now… all of them are so in love with this place.

As for me, a cemetery is one of the best places in the world. A place where I can be alone, contemplating on the impermanence of life. A place where I can practice detachment and letting go, knowing nothing is permanent in this world. Knowing I cannot take anything with me, not even one penny when I stop breathing. Therefore, why should I chase for something I cannot take…

Jendhamuni