Nature — or God, or Goddess — gave
To humankind a gift to save:
A consciousness, a sacred flame,
Unlike all beasts, not quite the same.
An awareness pure, untouched, above,
Its truest form was simply Love.
In nature’s state, both calm and free,
Love is what we’re meant to be.
That conscious Love, so clear, so true,
Knows no harm in what it’ll do.
It cannot scheme or cheat or lie,
Or wound another passing by.
It does not grasp, exploit, or take,
Nor act in ways that cause heartache.
No cruel thought, no selfish role—
For Love alone commands the soul.
The outside world, with rules and fear,
Is what distorts what once was clear.
Society, with noise and greed,
Corrupts the heart, corrupts the seed.
So return again to what is real:
Be awake, alert, and deeply feel.
Be conscious. Present. Soft. Above—
Be in your natural state of Love.
And in that state, there’s naught to do,
For Love itself will carry you.
No need to strive, control, or prove—
Just be, and let the world be moved.
That's it...!
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
Nature — or God, or Goddess — gave
To humankind a gift to save:
A consciousness, a sacred flame,
Unlike all beasts, not quite the same.
An awareness pure, untouched, above,
Its truest form was simply Love.
In nature’s state, both calm and free,
Love is what we’re meant to be.
That conscious Love, so clear, so true,
Knows no harm in what it’ll do.
It cannot scheme or cheat or lie,
Or wound another passing by.
It does not grasp, exploit, or take,
Nor act in ways that cause heartache.
No cruel thought, no selfish role—
For Love alone commands the soul.
The outside world, with rules and fear,
Is what distorts what once was clear.
Society, with noise and greed,
Corrupts the heart, corrupts the seed.
So return again to what is real:
Be awake, alert, and deeply feel.
Be conscious. Present. Soft. Above—
Be in your natural state of Love.
And in that state, there’s naught to do,
For Love itself will carry you.
No need to strive, control, or prove—
Just be, and let the world be moved.
That's it...!
