Though his feet leave their imprints in my footsteps
And his hands carry my belongings
If his mind is diseased
He is far from me
But he who is free of all temptation
And his mind is pure and peaceful
He is always with me
Though he be a thousand miles away
And you who are my homeless brother
Joy will be your arrow of direction
And the world is the path
That leads to my home
This home where there is no suffering
Is indeed most peaceful and happy
When a breeze moves through the leaves
Twisting them from emerald to silver
I will be the sound

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