
Enlightenment
Gold and silk cannot drown silence… I walk halls made of mirrors. I saw the old, the weak, the dying— What once was hidden burned through me Their eyes were mirrors of my fate I shed the crown… and walked away No kingdom waits beneath these trees Only the breath… and memory The sky knows not my name, and still It weeps with me, so I can feel Who are you to seek the void? What truth survives when flesh is torn? I am desire! I am the storm! Bow to fire… or be reborn! I sat beneath the sacred fig No sword, no chant, no earthly crown The storm outside could not come in The silence rose… and broke me down Bodhi svaha Shūnyam etat Mokṣa dīpam Bodhi svaha Tathāgata Nirvāṇa Tathāgata Mokṣa dīpam No self remains No name survives Only the wheel… And the light behind all eyes. I am not the flame… I am not the ash… I am the space between Where all returns… and none remains.

