All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
— J.R.R. Tolkien
It was partly with this poem, and a long journey with Narasimha and the most secret, Left Hand aspect of Krishna, that Rama led me home to Him. A long, winding road to the heavenly Ayodhya in my heart. And it turned out, W/we were coming home from exile together.
