Buddha in Love
On either side, calligraphic whispers in Arabic:
“عيشة لا حب فيها جدول لا ماء فيه”
“A life without love, a stream without water“
Love here is not sentiment.
It is the current moving through all things —
a sacred rhythm that does not divide,
but holds all opposites in quiet harmony.
The true lover dissolves in ecstatic surrender,
expanding beyond the edges of the self,
becoming vast enough to contain joy and sorrow,
light and shadow, the seen and the unseen —
even good and evil.
To embrace contradiction, and move beyond it.
Love as the doorway.
Love as the path.
Love as the destination.
And love — here, now.
Barakat
BARAKAT 