Once back in Ayodhya, Rama seemed troubled. Many people in the city expressed doubt about Seetha's faithfulness while in Lanka.

One day a messenger came to Rama and said, "I fear that the people of our kingdom have lost faith in your wife's virtue. Ravana, they say, made her unfit to be your queen. Even the lowest men whisper, 'How can Rama forget that Seetha lived with another man?"

Rama stood at the window of his room and looked out upon Ayodhya. Sorrow filled his heart.

Lakshmana came to see his brother. Rama turned to him and asked, "What is a king? Kings cannot be blamed or ridiculed. They are above all other men. They are beyond doubt."
"I know of what you speak of, " his brother replied. "I have heard the ugly rumors and lies."
"I have tried to think of a way to deal with this problem. I cannot rule Ayodhya and not have my people respect my queen. Therefore, with great sorrow and resolve, I have made a decision. Before dawn tomorrow you and Sumantra will take Seetha back to the forest. Leave her there and return."
"But she will die."
"This is the nature of the world," Rama said. "This is what I must do."

Lakshmana said sadly, "The dharma law is difficult to know and sometimes more difficult to follow. This act is wrong. There is no way that Seetha would ever have disobeyed you or done what the people say. I know this in my heart."
"Do as I say, my brother."
Before sunrise, Ayodhya was shroudded in dense fog. It semed as if the sun refused to show itself this fateful day.

Sumantra, Lakshmana and Seetha crossed the river in a small fishing boat. Lakshmana sat at Seetha's side. Seetha could see him crying.
"What is wrong?" she asked.
"My brother, your husband has listened too long and too well to the words of the people of Ayodhya. They say you were unfaithful to Rama. And to avoid any more disgrace, our king has ask me to escort you back to the forest."

Seetha turned to Sumantra. "Do not look for reason here," he said. "This act is beyond men's knowing. Rama will live alone from this day forth."
"Why must this be so?" cried Seetha.
Sumantra continued: "All the universe is a sign to be read rightly. War and peace, love and separation are hidden gateways we must pass to get to other worlds. Let us not grow old thinking that truth is what most people see or say it is. Seetha, you will get back to Rama only by entering this forest. This world is like a breath on a mirror. It does not last. Have patience."
Sumantra and Lakshmana returned Seetha to the forest.
Seetha smiled and said, "Good-bye, Sumantra. You have touched my heart with your wise words and given me new hope. Good-bye Lakshmana, my borther-in-law. Be well."

Seetha stood on the river bank as Sumantra and Lakshmana's boat crossed the glistening river. Then she heard the soft voice of the river goddess say, "Let life go, Seetha. Do not outlive life. Come home. Come home. Dive into me."
Seetha was about to step into the river when she heard the voice of an old man.
"Do not enter the river," he said.
Seetha looked at the shaggy old man and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Valmiki, a poet and a hermit. I live in this forest. Make my home yours."

He led Seetha to his home in the forest. There Seetha gave birth to Rama's twins sons, Kusa and Lava. For the next twelve years she and her sons lived with Valmiki. During that time, Valmiki composed a poem called the Ramayana. When he finished it, he taught the poem to the boys line-by-line. He taught them how to sing the poem while playing the flute and drum.

The boys learned well.
In Ayodhya, King Rama decided to hold a great public festival. He invited everyone in the kngdom to take part. There would be music, story-telling and singing. Kusa and Lava came to Ayodhya to recite what Valmiki called the earth's first poem.

On the first day of the festival, the boys began singing the story. Rama heard about this wonderful poem and came to see it performed. After hearing only a few lines, Rama asked, "What is this beautiful song called?" "Ramayana," said Kusa.
Rama looked at the twins. His heart ached with emotion. "These are my sons!" he declared. He sent a messenger to find Seetha and convince her to return to Ayodhya.
The next day Seetha returned. She was dressed in bright gold and scarlet. Rama was overjoyed.

Seetha approached Rama and said, "Let me prove my innocence before you once and for all."
"I give you permission," Rama replied. Then Seetha took a step back and said, "Mother earth, if I have been faithful to my husband, take me home."

The earth rumbled. The ground rolled and moved beneath Seetha. With a great noise the ground opened and took Sita back. The earth shook again and closed. For that moment, everywhere in the whole universe, there was harmony.
"I will never see Seetha again as long as I live on earth," Rama said.
"It is a brief life given to us." Rama ruled Ayodhya for a thousand years.

One day Rama he thought, "Where is my life? And where am I? I want to go home now. I was born of the god, Vishnu, and it is time for me to return to him." Rama left the palace and entered the crowded street of Ayodhya. Everyone stood quietly as their king passed. Rama continued walking until he reached the banks of the Sarayu. He touched its water with his feet. All the gods looked down on him. Even Brahma, the creator, came in person to see Rama. He spoke to Rama: "Come, O Vishnu, join your brothers, Lakshmana, Satrughna, and Bharata. Return to Vishnu. Return to heaven."

With Brahma's words, Rama smiled and stepped into the river. All of Rama's followers entered the river after him and all went to heaven. Rama was home. The Ramayana was loved and praised by all. The gods were pleased. Lava and Kusa traveled throughout India singing Valmiki's glorious poem about their father.

Wherever they went they said, "Men who listen to the Ramayana will live a long life. They will be free of sins and will have many sons. Women who listen to the Ramayana will be blessed with children like Rama and his brothers. All those who listen please Rama. Such is the glory of this story. May all who recite it or listen to it regularly find increased love, wisdom, and strength."