Prayer and Forgiveness in the Work
No one ascends alone, that lie cuts deep,
The ego whispers, “Your seeds are yours to keep.”
It crowns itself king, says “Stand and be strong,”
While quietly proving it’s been wrong all along.
First comes the blow, the fracture, the crack,
Troubles arrive and the heart fights back.
I curse the road, the world, the pain,
Never once asking Who pulls the rein?
Rabash says: stop—look straight at the root,
Name the desire, call evil its suit.
The will to receive dressed holy and wise
Is the very source where the darkness lies.
Not shame, not guilt, not beating the chest,
But clear recognition—this thing is the test.
All evil revealed in a single sight:
The ego alone blocks the Light.
Then prayer is born—not words, not song,
But a scream that admits “I waited too long.”
Forgiveness is asked—not for sin or mistake,
But for not turning sooner when the heart began to break.
“I blamed the world, I blamed my fate,
I blamed the friends, I blamed the gate.
Forgive me for thinking I could endure,
Forgive me for forgetting You were the cure.”
And in that moment—quiet, stark—
The evil inclination loses its spark.
Not destroyed by force, not beaten in war,
Just seen as useless—needed no more.
With no work left, it falls to the floor,
Slips into fight or flight as before.
The sages knew this law by name:
“I made the evil—and Torah the flame.”
Not Torah as text, not ink or scroll,
But Light that reforms the fractured soul.
A spice, they say, to sweeten the will,
Neutralizing poison without killing the vessel still.
Alone it won’t work—this is the knife,
The ego survives in solitary life.
But dive with the friends, heart into heart,
And the neutralization quietly starts.
Like-minded souls, one lack, one plea,
Build a place where the Light can be.
Not inside me, not inside you,
But between us—where truth comes through.
Prayer becomes shared, forgiveness expands,
No longer mine—held in many hands.
And the ego fades, not chased, not cursed,
Just outgrown… replaced… reversed.
This is the work—subtle, exact,
Not heroics, not spiritual act.
Just seeing the evil for what it is,
And turning together—to None Else Besides Him.
