lining up to see the finger bone from three thousand years ago

I saw a married woman with a son and a husband by her side

the woman looked like you

then

it dawned on me

I was just somebody

passing by

if I was to have any relation

any effect on you

I was there to aid you in your pilgrimmage to pay homage to the relic

you are to become a saint

I am only here to help you become one

I know my position

suddenly

that day I paid homage to the relic

the white finger bone of Buddha