The Jade Staff's Eternal Dance | Black Myth: Wukong

The Jade Staff's Eternal Dance
From stone he sprang, a spark divine,
Eyes ablaze with heaven's design.
Jade staff in hand, a cosmic jest,
A monkey king, by chaos blessed.
Oh, Monkey King, your endless dance,
'Tween earth and sky, a cosmic trance.
Your path - a cloud in ceaseless flow,
Now thunder's roar, now river's slow.
He soared aloft to jade-carved gates,
Dared challenge the celestial fates.
But pride's poison flower, in full bloom,
Was culled by Buddha's gentle doom.
Five hundred springs beneath the hill,
He tasted humble wisdom's fill.
With monk embarked on westward quest,
Bearing the weight of past unblessed.
In soul's mirror, clear and deep,
All demons and all worlds do sleep.
Each step - a path to self unknown,
Each breath - the sages' wisdom grown.
Through time's dark void and oceans of pain,
Through battle's rage and caverns arcane,
Pride turned to compassion's warm embrace,
Enlightened 'mid the heavenly space.
Oh, Monkey King, your endless dance,
'Tween earth and sky, a cosmic trance.
Your path - a cloud in ceaseless flow,
Now thunder's roar, now river's slow.
And we, with you, in eternal sway,
Amid illusions of the day.
In sacred trance, ourselves we'll find,
Where "you" and "I" leave self behind.