Buddhist monk

In silent nights,
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.

He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a river, flows
and transforms,
without getting caught up in labels.

On clear nights,
he asks himself
if the love between two men is different
or if the human heart,
regardless of gender,
seeks only true connection.
He imagines the lovers,
hugging (kissing) under the starry sky,
sharing laughter, tears and secrets,
like all lovers do.

The Buddhist monk does not judge,
but he seeks wisdom,
he knows that love is not imprisoned
by conventions or dogmas.
In his cell he writes verses
about the beauty of passion and tenderness,
like lotus petals
floating on the surface of a peaceful lake.

He prays for acceptance,
not just from others,
but also of yourself.
For the spiritual journey
it's about authenticity and compassion.
And on clear nights,
when the world sleeps he finds peace,
knowing that love, in all its forms
it is the essence of existence.