You might have to leave your home
and go yonder; leave your loved ones,
the land of your birth and go yonder;
for the sake of family and friends,
go yonder, yonder, alone,
across the wide meadow;
nothing romantic or remarkable,
just the quiet unfolding of fate
and the winding of the path into the hills
from which comes your strength.
O beloved Lord, you might ask,
or silently require of the impersonal Way,
open Your gate – for nothing else matters
because everything else matters;
because ephemeral beauty, truth and virtue
are beautiful and virtuous and true;
because Love is majestic and Its own validation.
You might have to leave home and go yonder,
yonder, yonder on a singular path
until God and It, the Life and the Way,
are no longer out of grasp
but in your hands and under your feet at last.
O child of God, lonely is the path of Love
and impersonal the Buddha’s Way.