Roots of your neem tree

I saw a beautiful maiden

She seemed to be of divine origin

I rushed in pursuit of her

But she was nowhere to be seen

I searched land and air

I searched here and there

Finally within the forest

I saw her golden temple

I ran wildly to enter the temple

But she closed the door in my face

I was grief stricken as

It seemed a torture to even breathe

I went again in search of another entrance

Of the divine beauty if I could but get a glance

Try what I might, I could find no way

Tired I went to the neem tree some distance away

At the tree sat a fakir with divine countenance

By looking at him, I went into a trance

For there was no temple, no maiden

No neem tree or even I

There remained only the fakir

He recommended that I do the zikr

In his blissful company I realized

That he is the source of all beauty

The neem tree was actually in my heart

It revived the soil which had gone dry

The soil in my heart became fertile again

Of bliss there was plentiful rain

Oh Sadguru, get me out of the entanglement

In the web of this illusory world

For you alone are real,

All else is verily unreal

You alone are mother

You alone are father

You alone are my beloved

You alone are my everything

May the roots of your neem tree

Penetrate deep into the fertile soil of my heart

-- Dedicated to Sadguru Sai ma (Mother Sai)

Shree Satchitaananda Sadguru Sainath Maharaj Ki Jai