No One Sees A Monk Beneath A Man

Beneath our everyday faces, behind the masks and noise, lives something sacred.
This spoken-word reflection is for the unseen ones—for those walking quietly through chaos, carrying truth like a hidden flame.

No One Sees a Monk Beneath a Man is not just a poem. It’s a spiritual reminder. A raw offering. A prayer for those who’ve always felt different, yet chosen the path of awakening anyway.

Let this track meet you in silence—and remind you of who you truly are.

Transcript

No one sees the man when he wakes before the sun.

No applause.

No spotlight.

Just silence.

They don't see the cold water on his face.

The thoughts he lets pass without grabbing.

The cravings he doesn't answer.

The old wounds that still show up.

And the breath he takes anyway.

They don't see how he doubts the path.

How some mornings it feels like an illusion.

But he keeps walking anyway.

Because something in him knows.

Stillness matters.

Discipline matters.

Compassion matters.

Even if the world doesn't see it.

Even if it feels impossible.

He's not doing it to be seen.

He's doing it to stay free.

And maybe,

Just maybe,

He's not trying to become a monk.

Maybe he's just remembering the one that's always been inside him.

Because that's the truth.

Every man who seeks peace,

Who tries to walk with compassion,

Who chooses presence over chaos,

Is already a monk.

The robe isn't what makes him.

The vow does.

You don't have to know the whole path to be on it.

You don't need to look like tradition to be sacred.

You don't need permission to live with clarity,

With love,

With depth.

This isn't about performance.

It's about remembering who you are.

You are not behind.

You are not broken.

You're just returning to what's always been waiting inside you.

Walk your path quietly.