The great temple door stands closed,
yet light spills through its cracks—
a golden breath escaping eternity.
No footsteps mark the stone,
no shadow moves,
no voice calls from the courtyard.
Still, the air hums with unseen prayer,
the dust glows as if remembering dawn.
Perhaps no one remains,
or perhaps all have become this light—
the endless shining behind the door,
that needs no keeper,
and never fades.
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