The Grace of Letting Go
He bows before the victor’s flame,
But keeps intact his inner name.
Defeat is not the death of soul,
But just a shift in worldly role.
To lose with grace is secret might—
A glory hidden from the fight.
The altar stands, its velvet bare,
A silence weighted in the air.
No offering, no chant, no gold—
Yet still it speaks, serene and bold.
When nothing’s left to sacrifice,
We find the truth beyond all price.
