What are the path, the task, and the goal?
What will it take to make one whole?
Why does one think he can pick and choose?
Just what is it that one thinks he will lose?
Each one is directed in every way
And yet one thinks he has something to say
One’s nature has grabbed him and showing him why
Everything one thinks without bestowal is a lie
His nature is showing him it can’t be trusted
When one wakes up his nature gets busted
It starts screaming louder than ever before
Showing the one just what to abhor
And then one’s intention starts to change
As one starts feeling inside something strange
The strangeness is the changes that are happening inside
As one is shown how to rise above it, not hide
Desiring to connect one to another
And accepting every one as their brother
The Rav, the group, and the books
Are everything one needs to begin to look
As gradually it becomes clear
Why Bestowal is so dear
