Love is not the warmth that stays when life is kind; it is the fire that chooses to burn even when everything turns cold. It is born from lack, not abundance—growing strongest where something is missing, broken, or unfinished. Love does not promise safety, nor does it guarantee permanence; it only asks for presence. To love is to accept that another soul can wound you deeply, yet still decide that their existence is worth the risk. In this way, love is not an emotion but a quiet rebellion against fear, time, and death itself—a decision to care in a world that teaches us to survive alone.
"Love is the first dharma of the soul — eternal, unbroken, and radiant like the morning sun.
It binds no chains, yet commands the universe.
To love is to remember your own divinity,
to see all beings as threads woven from the same cosmic cloth.
But love, when clouded by fear or longing, becomes a mirage.
Let your heart love freely, but anchor it in truth —
for love without dharma is a river that forgets its source."
"War rises not from hatred, but from forgotten harmony.
When the balance of the world trembles, even the gentle must take up arms.
Fight not for glory, nor for rage, but to restore the sacred order love itself sustains.
If your mind is steady and your intention pure,
you shall walk through the fire untouched —
for the warrior who fights with love in his heart
is already blessed by the Eternal."