Surrounded by true-to-faith millions,
but what's this? Light through an
alien forest, an unknown forest.
What protection? Do I walk alone?
Millions are traveling the Ancestor Path.
Sweet voices call, sweet incense veils,
but what's this? Singing in the forest.
What protection? Do I walk alone?
Light and song beckon to this wanderer.
I leave the path, unafraid, and alone.
Warm hands and eyes welcome me home.
Millions pass me by. I wish them well.
Walking the lesser-known path,
I find myself at peace.
For peace has found me worthy.
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