Our nature
The future depends on it
Our nature, whether high or low
It depends, on the direction of flow
Energies that we take for granted
That life has so graciously planted
Within the body, there are channels
The nerves serve as the funnels
When they are strong as steel
Through the force of will, we can heal
The melancholy of broken promises
Of people, and their false premises
It’s easy to discard, but it gets personal
It cuts, in a manner that is surgical
Taking our energies to a lower orbit
Through a basal emotional circuit
To climb up, it becomes arduous
The experience seems incongruous
Our destiny is a higher dimension
It is not a new age invention
The air thins as we climb higher
So does the mind, it gets finer
When we touch that ethereal space
Unity and harmony will replace
Divisions and strife that symbolize our race
We can’t recognize the steps, to retrace
Our way, back to the higher
Starts when there’s a burning fire
To make the world a better place
Our nature impacts the future of our race
