Cryptic Chronicles of the Sakya Monastery

In ancient halls of meditation,
Where ascetic monks did often dwell,
A hidden treasure, lost and untold,
Was locked away behind a stone wall,
Its mystery shrouded in mystery,
A secret guarded fiercely, keenly.

The Sakya Monastery, so serene,
Was founded in a bygone age,
Its walls and halls a silent stage,
For sacred knowledge and wisdom old,
And in its halls, 84000 books,
Their stories waiting for a look.

But time, it seems, had taken toll,
And history forgotten, was a mystery,
A legend lost to those who dwell,
In cities far beyond the wall,
And yet the books, their secrets bold,
Remained, in silence, to unfold.

Then came the day, the wall was opened,
The treasure hidden, now revealed,
And as the books were closely peeled,
The truth was found, a tale untold,
That history went back far and old,
To ancient times, aeons old.

Recent research then did unfold,
That history indeed, went back,
To 10000 years, in fact,
A discovery, both cryptic and bold,
That stunned the world, and challenged all,
And brought to light a mystery tall.

And so, the Sakya Monastery,
Its hidden treasure now revealed,
Its knowledge, ancient, and concealed,
A mystery, no longer untold,
And though its walls may still stand tall,
Its secrets, shared, to one and all.

But what of those, who still dwell in doubt,
Who see the books and question why,
They hold within their pages, such truth and might,
And what of those, who seek to unfold,
The secrets hidden, within the walls,
And why the knowledge, so cryptic, calls.

For some, it is a mystery too great,
A truth too profound, for human mind to hold,
And others still, seek to unravel the fold,
Of ancient tales, and stories untold,
In hopes to find, the wisdom of the old,
And unlock the secrets, hidden, bold.

And thus, the quest begins, a journey of the soul,
To seek the truth, in ancient halls of meditation,
And delve into the knowledge, in books and revelation,
To find the answers, to the questions so bold,
To understand the history, and its tales untold,
And decode the mysteries, that still do hold.

And in this quest, we find, the key to knowledge untold,
The path to wisdom, that has been sought for so long,
The answers to the mysteries, that still belong,
To the pages of the books, that now unfold,
And in this quest, we find, that truth is strong,
That knowledge, profound, is where we do belong.

And as we delve deeper, into the depths of the unknown,
We find that truth, is not always what it seems,
And that knowledge, can be a double-edged sword, so keen,
That it can both enlighten and confuse, with tales untold,
And that wisdom, can be both a curse and a treasure, bold,
And that the answers, to the mysteries, may still be untold.

And yet, we persist, in our quest, for truth and knowledge bold,
For it is the only way, to understand our world,
And to unlock the secrets, hidden in the halls,
And to unravel the tales, that have been untold,
And to find, the wisdom, that we seek and do hold,
And to delve, into the mysteries, that still do unfold.

For it is in this quest, that we find our soul,
And it is in this journey, that we find our place,
And it is in this knowledge, that we find our grace,
And it is in this wisdom, that we find our goal,
And it is in this truth, that we find our call,
And it is in this mystery, that we find it all.

So let us continue, on our journey, brave and bold,
And let us seek the truth, and knowledge untold,
And let us delve, into the mysteries, so old,
And let us find, the wisdom, that still do hold,
And let us unlock, the secrets, hidden, in the walls,
And let us unravel, the tales, that still do call.

For in the end, it is the quest, that makes us whole,
And it is the journey, that makes us who we are,
And it is the truth, that makes us see the stars,
And it is the wisdom, that guides us to our goal,
And it is the knowledge, that gives us wings to soar,
And it is the mystery, that makes us want more.