From Lo-Lishma to Lishma

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Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task

It requires we remove our egoistic masks

It’s about what you feel inside your chest

As we wear Faith’s vest

But the path is paved with storms we hide

Where love and hatred clash inside

Where every step exposes schemes

The ego sews into our dreams

You rise, you fall, you curse the climb

You swear you’ll quit a thousand times

Yet something whispers, soft and true—

“This pain is love awakening you.”

For Lishma is born from shattered pride

From tears you’d rather keep inside

Until the Ten becomes your breath,

Your shield of life, your truth from death.

And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild,

Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child

And lifts it where no reason dares,

To the place the Creator answers prayers.

So fall again, rise twice as strong—

This broken road is where you belong.

For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb,

But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”