Paint: a parched grey waste of hungry ghosts — swollen bellies, thread-thin necks, food bursting into flame at their lips; among them the liberating Buddha offers a vessel of cool nectar that finally satisfies.
Suffering · Endless Hunger
Vast bellies, needle-thin throats; every morsel turns to fire, every drink to ash.
The Buddha’s nectar is generosity — what is given freely is the only thing that ever fills.