A sanyasi seeking realization was told
to await Your call under a certain tree.
After a while he wandered away.
End of story but not the end of his story.
Down the road a piece, did he look back
woefully knowing, then and lifelong,
that he could never honestly take up
his position in its shade again?
I await impatiently (perhaps, for millenniums)
under my designated tree,
trusting no higher authority exists,
no better path might be taken
and if ever I wander from its holy umbrage
I can return – not to its shadows –
but, to the open, merciful arms of my Beloved,
seeking His forgiveness and awaiting instructions anew.
O child of God, such are the workings
of karma, grace, obedience and faith.