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Hidden Hand on the Wheel

By William S. Becker -
“Hidden Hand on the Wheel” I break the law, the road goes red, I crash, I bleed, that’s what they said, Nature don’t care, no heart, no face, Just traffic lights in time and space. But in the work, it’s not that way, No clear reward for what I pray, I give my heart, I get no sign, Just silent nights and empty wine. They say the sin is the punishment, The pain itself is the instrument, Not vengeance, not some angry throne, But tools to build what’s still not grown. I fall, I fail, I lose the taste, No light, no love, just inner waste, But Rav whispers through the dust, “This fall is where you learn to trust.” If You were shown in open light, I’d sell my soul for one more sight, I’d never choose, I’d never give, I’d just consume the way I live. So You conceal, You step aside, Let me decide with nothing inside, To love You broke, to serve You blind, To choose You with an empty mind. When I annul, when I let go, I’m called Your people, this I know, No will of mine, no private claim, Just o...
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Inheritance of Light (His Guidance Concealed and Revealed)

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  Inheritance of Light (His Guidance Concealed and Revealed) I thought inheritance meant gold and land, Something my father could leave in my hand, But the Creator left me nothing to hold, Only a heart that remembers the cold. When He was near, I felt rich and complete, Every desire lay down at His feet, But when He vanished, the world turned to stone, And I was left with a hunger alone. So what did I keep when the Light went away? Not the pleasure, not what I felt yesterday, Only a record, a silent demand, A Reshimo burning like dust in the sand. Concealment taught me what I truly lack, Revelation showed me the path to come back, Between the two, I inherit a cry, Not for reward—but to know who am I . The ego says, “Give me something to see,” The soul says, “Leave only faith inside me,” One wants the payment, the other the why, One wants to live, the other to die. But die into what? Into love of the Ten, Into a place where there’s no “I” again, Where even in darkness I choose...
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In Prayer, What Does It Take

By William S. Becker -
  What Does It Take What does it take for a prayer to be complete First one must check in his heart very deep Then one must know the One he asks Can deliver without a lapse And does that One have a kind heart To give with mercy so we can start But deeper still, we come to see The lack itself must come from we Not for relief, not for escape Not just to sweeten bitter fate But to desire what He desires To rise above these ego fires A prayer is not the words we say It’s when the heart has no other way When all our strength is fully gone And only unity lives on When we can’t stand being apart When separation breaks the heart When only one request remains: Connect us all above these chains Then silence speaks, the tears align Our lack becomes a single line Not “give me light,” not “answer me,” But make us fit for what You see That’s when the prayer is truly whole: One lack, one heart, one common soul.
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The Only Help

By William S. Becker -
“The Only Help” We came to the work with empty hands, Full of questions no one understands, We thought the help was light or sight, Some holy feeling, some inner might. But every time the answer came, It pointed back to the same old pain: Not what we get, not what we feel, But what we truly want is real. We ask for strength, we ask for signs, We ask for peace, for higher minds, But all those prayers return again, Revealing only self and gain. So the work begins in the lack, When we see the will to receive attack, And in that place so dark and bare, We find the only honest prayer. We ask for the will to bestow, Nothing more, nothing we know, Not for light, not for reward, Only to want what You want, Lord. In the space between us, not in the mind, There Dvekut lives, there we find, Not in the answer, not in the view, But in the desire to resemble You. When does Dvekut truly appear? Not when it’s sweet, not when it’s clear, But when we see we cannot give, And still choose bestowal to live...
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We Make The Creator

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We Make the Creator We went lookin’ for God in the sky above, Thought He lived in some distant kind of love, But every time we prayed alone, All we found was an echo in a stone. Then we looked at each other, heart to heart, And something broke that kept us apart, Our pride fell down, our walls got thin, And a different kind of light moved in. We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here, From every intention, every fear, Between our hearts and the space we bring, That space between us is everything. Every thought we hold about the Ten, Is the shape of the world we’re livin’ in, If we judge, we darken the frame, If we love, we give Him a name. No image, no face, no holy throne, Just the will to bestow in flesh and bone, What we build in the space we share, Is the only God we can declare. We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here, From every intention, every fear, Between our hearts and the space we bring, That space between us is everything. No friends, no God — that’s the law, No love...
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A Penny Of Light

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A Penny of Light I was not born to fix the sky, Or gather stars that wander by, I came with just a spark so small, A shattered piece from Adam’s fall. Once we were one, one breath, one flame, No loss, no distance, no two names, But light was broken, love was split, And I was born from part of it. Not with a crown, not with a key, Just one small coin entrusted to me, A penny of light, a fragile part, Hidden deep inside my heart. I searched the world, I searched the mind, For something higher I could find, But Heaven whispered, soft and true: “You only need to fix your you.” Not all the souls, not all the pain, Not every loss, not every chain, Just this desire, this will I hold, This place where love turned into gold. I wasn’t sent to be a saint, Or paint the world without a stain, I was sent back, again, again, To learn how not to live for men. But to bestow, to bend the heart, To feel the friends as living parts, To turn reception into prayer, And find the Creator waiting ther...
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The Two Hearts

By William S. Becker -
The Two Hearts The desires of the heart Just never stop or part, They keep knocking on the door, Always wanting more and more. But when I work in Torah and Mitzvah, With intention just to bestow, Not only in what I know, But also in what I feel below. Then slowly I begin to see, What’s real in me, what isn’t me, And even in that simple act, I meet resistance, sharp and black. Because the ego won’t let go, It claims all rights to all I know, It says, “This life, this heart is mine, Your thoughts, your will, your time.” But there’s a point I cannot steal, A silent spark I start to feel, A different voice, a different art, A second heart inside the heart. One heart wants only to receive, To take, to own, to grip, to believe, The other wants to give away, To love, to serve, to light the way. So now I live between these two, The old “for me,” the new “for You,” And every moment is the start, Of choosing which one rules the heart. Not by my strength, not by my might, But by the Light...
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