The Monkey King's Journey chapter:5,6
Poetic Chronicle of Wukong's Rise, Fall, and Redemption

Chapter 5: Buddha's Trap
Across the skies, his name was sung,
Of Wukong’s might and the havoc he’d brung.
He laughed at Heaven’s futile plea,
“I am the king of eternity!”
The Jade Emperor called, with desperate tone,
To Buddha, who dwelt on a lotus throne.
“Contain this beast, this rebel sprite,
Who dares to claim celestial right!”
Buddha appeared, serene yet stern,
His gaze a lesson Wukong must learn.
“Great Sage,” he said, “you boast so high,
Can you escape the reach of the sky?”
Wukong sneered, “No bounds for me!
I’ll race beyond eternity!”
With a somersault, he flew so far,
Past mountains, clouds, and the furthest star.
He reached five pillars, tall and grand,
Believing he’d crossed the edge of the land.
He scrawled his name to mark his claim,
Then leapt back, declaring his fame.
But Buddha smiled and raised his palm,
Revealing the truth with infinite calm.
The five great pillars? His fingers, still,
Wukong was trapped by Buddha’s will.
Before he could fight, the mountain fell,
Five Elements bound him in a stone cell.
For five hundred years, he lay confined,
Until redemption would free his mind.
Chapter 6: Release and Redemption
Five centuries passed, the world had changed,
And Wukong’s rage was slowly tamed.
Beneath the mountain, his thoughts grew deep,
As time and stillness began to seep.
Then came Tang Sanzang, a monk of grace,
Seeking peace in a troubled place.
Bodhisattva Guanyin made the decree:
“Release Wukong, but bind him to me.”
The mountain groaned, its chains undone,
And Wukong beheld the blazing sun.
The monk approached with quiet care,
“Will you, O Monkey, my burden bear?”
At first, he scoffed, his pride still vast,
But a golden circlet was bound to him fast.
A spell of control, to quell his wrath,
Forced Wukong upon the righteous path.
With grudging steps, he swore to protect,
The monk and his mission, though with regret.
Through trials and toil, his soul would learn,
That strength alone brings no return.
Thus began the journey, east to west,
Where Wukong’s heart would face its test.
From rebel king to loyal friend,
His quest for redemption would never end.



Comments (1)
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