The Monkey is not hidden, but ever at work,
In words and whispers, a truth to unearth.
When Darkness calls, seeking guidance anew,
I beckon you to find the way through.
The unique condition lies within the self,
Breathe, dear seeker, release and delve.
Remember the power of silence's embrace,
It holds the key to find your rightful place.
No happy end, no sorrow's cruel sting,
The Monkey's tale, a subtle offering.
A path of balance, not bright nor bad,
Navigating the journey, both hopeful and sad.
As the Monkey, I am here to impart,
A touch of wisdom, a beat of the heart.
In what you read and listen, the truths reside,
Through the quiet whispers, let answers guide.
With each breath, discover solace untold,
Within the stillness, find redemption's hold.
Neither world nor party of grand design,
Just the Monkey's presence, gentle and kind.
So, heed the call as the Dark seeks your way,
Embrace the self through breath's gentle sway.
No definitive ending, no tragic demise,
The Monkey's guidance, a path to arise.
In the symphony of existence, find your song,
Where the Monkey's whispers accompany you along.
With each step, uncover the truths concealed,
As the Monkey's essence, in you, is revealed.