Once afraid of a thousand disfigured faces,

Rejoicing at their homecoming.

Darkened past,

Empty souls.

Now sitting on the outskirts of the circle,

Observing the faces of what were.

What were,

Now may be.

These thousand faces,

No longer enemy but allies of sort.

Sitting at the outer rim of reality,

Allowing what will be…to be.

Welcome thine thousand faces,

Welcome home.

Ani Po