Lord Buddha doesn’t remove pain, he holds a mirror to it, until it dissolves into knowing.

Lord Buddha’s compassion isn’t loud, it’s the kind that walks barefoot beside a crying world.

Lord Buddha doesn’t ask to abandon life, he shows how to live without clinging.

Lord Buddha doesn’t name the self, he watches it vanish like mist at sunrise.

Lord Buddha doesn’t promise calm, he teaches how to become the stillness itself.