The Monk Who Turned to Stone

The Monk Who Turned to Stone

In a quiet village by the hills,

a monk sought peace,

free from frills.

He spent his days

in prayer and thought,

searching for lessons

that life had taught.

One day, a traveler

strolled by,

full of anger,

he asked,

Why do you sit there,

doing nothing at all?

Join the world,

don’t let your chance fall

The monk looked up,

his face calm.

Sometimes in quiet,

we find our place.

In stillness, we learn

what life wants to say,

listen closely

it’s a powerful way.

But the traveler laughed,

feeling bold,

Just sitting around

won’t help you grow old.

He picked up a stone

and threw it with force,

striking the monk,

who changed his course.

In that moment,

the monk felt a twitch,

his body turned heavy,

With one last breath,

he chose to stand still,

embracing the stone,

he felt a new will.

The villagers gasped,

their faces shocked,

as the monk turned to stone,

his spirit unlocked.

Now a statue, watching

over the land,

a reminder of patience,

steady and grand.

Years went by fast

the traveler returned,

seeking the truth

he had once spurned.

He knelt by the statue,

filled with regret,

realizing the lesson

he couldn’t forget.

Though you are stone,

you still speak to me.

In quiet moments,

I truly feel but can’t see.

You taught me that life

isn’t just a race,

but a journey of meaning,

a much slower pace.

Now the monk stands firm,

watching them all,

teaching the village,

he answers the call.

In turning to stone,

he found a new way,

showing the truth

in the light of each new day.