Correcting Our Nature

 We are born in a state that knows no Light,

No sense of bestowal, no inner sight.

A will to receive that rules every move,

Cut off from the truth we were made to prove.

There is nothing worse than this starting place,

A life with no feel of the Creator’s face.

We chase our pleasures, defend our pride,

While the force of bestowal stays locked outside.

Yet this is the work, not to run or escape,

But to take our nature and let it reshape.

Not to kill desire or break what we are,

But aim the same hunger toward a higher star.

Step after step, through failure and cry,

Through prayers that rise when all answers die,

Wisdom is earned, not read or told,

It’s learned in the fire where the ego is cold.

And when bestowal becomes our aim,

When giving outweighs the hunger for gain,

The path completes what words can’t explain—

We become as one with the Source of the flame.