Yonder

Yonder

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 whence 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.