Verses From The Mountain Heart By Ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

Verses from the Mountain Heart by Ink Soul

Beneath sky's hush, where dawn-light leans
On moss-veiled stone and river gleams,
A temple breathes in ancient time—
Shaolin's soul, Fouling's shrine.

Does silence dream beneath these tiles,
Where monks recite in endless files?
Is peace a prayer or fleeting shade—
A truth too vast to be conveyed?

I walked beneath the ginkgo gold,
My thoughts like lotus petals fold.
Who am I here, beneath the pines,
Unveiled by wind in whispered lines?

A jasmine trembled on her braid,
She vanished when the lanterns swayed.
Still through the temple's garden gate,
Love lingers in the moon's estate.

Ink-stained scrolls in cedar halls
Teach peace, not through conquest, but falls.
From loss we rise, from silence learn
To bow with grace, not seek return.

The sparrow sings a ghostly song
Where soldiers marched, where right turned wrong.
And through the tears of bamboo rain,
Hope dances softly with our pain.

Armies clashed beyond these doors,
Yet monks wept not for kings or wars.
Steel fades, but wisdom brightly gleams—
A lantern lit in shadowed dreams.

Clouds kiss the peak with careless glee,
The laughing stream sets laughter free.
Even in sorrow's tender clasp,
The plum tree offers spring to grasp.

Incense curls in reverent air,
A prayer unbound, beyond despair.
No gods command, no fate is chained—
Only the stillness well-refrained.

Tourists snap their moments fast,
Yet wisdom lies not in the past.
Shaolin chants the urgent song:
"To see the truth, unlearn the wrong."

And in the scrolls no empire wrote,
Lie voices hushed and battles smote.
Yet from the rubble, echoes climb—
A temple rises, unowned by time.