Rowena Velasco Poet Free verse

A Monk with No god

A monk with no god
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Contest Judged:  10/8/2025 8:36:00 
( 2nd Place )


I rest on the old stone
and watch my fingers tremble.
No one speaks here,
and only the air leans in.

Sunlight comes through the window,
dust spinning in the quiet.
It moves through my bones,
a warmth that needs no name.

The garden breathes outside the walls,
its edges trembling in slow rhythm.
I move with it…
no shrine, no chant,
only this stillness…
and I am whole,
even without a god.

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sara Etgen-Baker September 23, 2025 at 4:55 PM love the subtle message and the beauty of your imagery. Especially liked: It moves through my bones, a warmth that needs no name. best wishes with this contest entry, hugs, Sara Rowena Velasco September 23, 2025 at 4:57 PM Thank you so much, Sara ?? Your kind words truly mean a lot to me. I’m so glad that line spoke to you—it came straight from the quiet moment I was trying to capture. Hugs right back!