I have nothing but the cloth upon my frame,

No weight of gold, no title, rank, or claim;

The world may pass and never speak my name,

I stand unbound, untouched by praise or blame.

I have nothing to lose but this passing self,

No guarded trove, no hoarded, hidden store;

What can be taken was never truly mine,

And so I stand, unthreatened evermore.

I have nothing to gain but the truth of my being,

No throne to seek, no victory to secure;

What need has freedom for the dust of crowns,

When it is whole, unbroken, and secure?

I have nothing to fear, for no shadow lives in me,

No secret wrong to tremble in the night;

An open heart walks fearless through the dark,

For it has nothing it must hide from sight.

I have nothing to defend, nothing to protect,

No fragile walls to crumble into dust;

The man with nothing stands beyond all loss,

Unmoved, unshaken, grounded into trust.

And so I walk, with empty hands and soul,

Yet fuller far than those who cling and bind;

For one who holds to nothing owns the whole,

And leaves both fear and fate itself behind.🙏