A monk with no god
Stood between two realms —
imagination’s flight,
consciousness awake.
Through the storm of challenges,
still, I stood with one.
One man, no name,
anchored in grace,
holding the gift within,
unmoved by shadows,
still trusting the unfaded flame.
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