The features - eyes the shape of half open lotus buds, a keen nose and the hint of smile together convey the calm introspection that is beautiful beyond words.
Have been photographing Buddhist iconography around the region for a few years now. Sharing a few images form around the house and elsewhere.
The Buddha in emptiness. The Buddha in solitude. The Buddha in poetry.
Contemplating a now-lost statue of the Buddha in French sculptor Rodin's garden, German poet Rilke gropes his way towards and understanding of emptiness:
center of all centers, core of cores,
almond, self-enclosed, growing sweet --all the universe, to the farthest starsand beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit ...
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,and there the rich thick nectars rise and flow.Illuminating your infinite peace,a billion stars go spinning through the night,Glowing high above your head.But in you is the presence thatwill be, when all the stars are dead.