“Wise men foretold the coming of a great soul into the depths of a deep dark jungle, and with him, the cleansing of the three worlds…”
The Dandaka forest shimmered in the fading sunlight. As twilight deepened, a star blazed its way across the canopy, smiling down at its human counterpart. Rama smiled at the shooting star as he strode through the forest. The trees swayed as if in homage to the dark warrior who walked so fearlessly through their depths.
His mind was alive with thoughts- of the home he could not see at will, of a family bereft of comfort, of an exile that seemed too long. He smiled again, this time at himself. Nothing warrants despair, not to the mind that is at peace with itself. Peace! He had that at least. "Om tat sat", he chanted as he walked briskly on.