A Tribute to Zen Master Hughes
Whisper of the Shadow
A shadow passed, serene and slow,
No trumpet sound, no grand hello.
He walked where silence dared to speak,
A mountain stillness, calm and meek.
His words were few, his gaze profound,
A gentle breeze that stirred the ground.
Not force but presence shaped the way,
A soft wind guiding ships astray.
No monument, no gilded name,
Yet hearts he touched still bear his flame.
Reflection deep, undaunting light,
He turned the dark to quiet might.
You won’t recall the hand he gave,
But paths you tread, he helped to pave.
A shadow, yes—but cast in grace,
Forever moving time and space.
The above poem was written by AI
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