The Past Has Teeth, But We Hold the Reins

A poem by William S. Becker

I dig through the files of a world gone mad,

Every secret bleeding proof of what we never had.

We cling to the past like a rusted chain,

Letting old ghosts carve new wounds of pain.

We stare at the darkness hoping it blinks,

Drowning in memories the ego still drinks.

All those lies we swallowed as truth,

Stealing tomorrow, poisoning youth.

But brother… sister… the future ain’t dead—

It waits in the silence between hearts we’ve bled.

It waits where our broken souls lean to pray,

Where connection grows stronger than yesterday.

The world is shattered but not beyond repair,

If ten hearts unite the heavens will tear.

We rise from the ashes the moment we choose

To stop worshiping wounds we were destined to lose.

Through unity we rewrite every crime,

Reverse the decay of humanity’s time.

The past had its chance—now love takes the lead,

Planting light in the soil where the wicked sowed greed.

I’ve seen how a single embrace from the ten

Can resurrect hope from the dirtiest den.

We mend what was broken in every man’s fall,

For in one heart beating—we rewrite it all.

So let the old world crumble in its disgrace,

Let its shadows scream as we take our place.

For connection is fire, and together we rise—

A new future is written in our tear-stained eyes.

And the past?

Let it rot in the files where the guilty once hid—

For we choose the Creator…

And the hearts of our friends…

Over everything they did.

my attempt at turning Shamati 36 into a poem

I was born in a body that only knew “take,”

A beast filled with hunger, a bottomless ache.

Clawing at life with a desperate scream,

Thinking this world was more than a dream.

Then the second body rose from the ash of my sin,

A trembling vessel too fragile to hold anything in.

It loved and it hated the Light in one breath,

As the ego fought back with the promise of death.

This body would kneel but refuse to let go,

It begged for the fire that teaches the soul how to grow.

Every prayer felt broken, every night felt long,

Yet the Creator whispered, “Child, you are already strong.”

And from that whisper the third body began,

A body not flesh, but the birth of a man.

Not a beast, not a beggar, but a giver of Light,

Who rises above reason in the darkest of night.

Now I walk with all three—like wounds in my chest,

The past that still haunts, the work in each test.

But the love of the Creator turns every scar gold,

And the body He promised begins to unfold.

So break me again if it teaches me grace,

Carve Your Name in the cracks of my face.

For I’ve lived in three bodies and painfully see—

Every death You gave was just birth back to Thee.

Rabash's Voice

“Rabash’s Voice”

by William S. Becker

When Rabash speaks, my heart jumps.

His words cut deep, like truth that thumps.

TES rolls out like living fire,

Burning doubt, lifting my desire.

I feel him close, almost near.

A warmth of love, a joy sincere.

Each tone he gave still shakes my chest,

Like he’s calling me to rise, to rest.

The world Kli waits, breath held tight.

We salivate for that ancient light.

His lessons drip like honeyed flame,

Healing wounds we never name.

Short lines.

Sharp heat.

Pure love.

No retreat.

When Rabash speaks, I melt inside.

My ego breaks, my truths collide.

His voice becomes a guiding hand—

And suddenly…

I can stand.

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

The answer to all is inside our heart

The vibrations are set but how to start

These thoughts I fear are not my own

The words I hear as the sages have shown

They echo deep where the cracks still bleed,

Exposing every selfish need.

Brutal truth that tears me apart—

But a sweetness grows inside my heart.

For in that break the Light comes through,

A whisper saying, “I’m shaping you.”

Not for comfort, pride, or gain,

But to rise in love above your pain.

And when I fall from faith each day,

My brothers lift me back the way.

They bind my fears, they raise my plea,

Till all our hearts form one degree.

So let the doubts erupt and roar,

That’s how the soul unlocks its door.

For every lie the ego screams,

The Creator sends a wave of dreams—

A higher pull, a silent shove,

A hidden blow wrapped up in love.

And step by step the path is shown,

Till His desire becomes my own.

A Heartfelt Plea

A Heartfelt Plea

My world is collapsing into the night,

Because I can’t seem to draw the Light.

My body rebels with each step that I take,

To the lessons, the books, for the soul’s own sake.

My soul cries rivers, a flood of pain,

My tears keep falling like endless rain.

A voice keeps whispering, cold and near,

“There’s no reason to cry, no reason for tears.”

But I turn to my friends, my brothers, my stand,

Who lift me gently with heart and hand.

They mend the cracks my ego defends,

They bend me softly until it bends.

I beg of you—strength, faith, and love,

Bestow as the Creator gives from above.

Bind us together, hearts into one,

Till our plea burns brighter than the sun.

Creator, hear this cry, this song—

We can’t walk alone, we can’t be strong.

But with Your love and the friends so near,

Even the night turns bright and clear.

 My poetic attempt at Psalms 24

Psalm 24 WSB

The earth is His, the fullness too,

Every breath we take is borrowed, passing through.

We stand on ground we never earned,

Yet claim it as ours, though we’ve barely learned.

Who climbs the mountain where Truth resides?

Only a heart that drops its ego’s pride.

Clean hands, clean thoughts, not born—but made,

Through fire and faith where illusions fade.

I lift my soul above my clay,

Begging the Light to lead my way.

My lies collapse beneath His gaze,

My fears dissolve in the Ten’s ablaze.

Lift up your heads, you rusted gates,

Let the King of Glory shift your states.

From dust to love, from rage to calm,

From trembling fists to an open palm.

Who is this King our hearts adore?

The Strength that breaks the inner war.

He fights my beasts so I can see,

He conquers me to make me free.

So rise, you gates inside my chest,

Let Love come in and build its nest.

Creator of all, both heart and breath—

He lifts my life from ego’s death.

From Lo-Lishma to Lishma

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Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task

It requires we remove our egoistic masks

It’s about what you feel inside your chest

As we wear Faith’s vest

But the path is paved with storms we hide

Where love and hatred clash inside

Where every step exposes schemes

The ego sews into our dreams

You rise, you fall, you curse the climb

You swear you’ll quit a thousand times

Yet something whispers, soft and true—

“This pain is love awakening you.”

For Lishma is born from shattered pride

From tears you’d rather keep inside

Until the Ten becomes your breath,

Your shield of life, your truth from death.

And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild,

Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child

And lifts it where no reason dares,

To the place the Creator answers prayers.

So fall again, rise twice as strong—

This broken road is where you belong.

For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb,

But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”

Greed Powered Life

A world built on shattered dreams

Builds a hopeless reality so it seems

Living a life powered by greed

Makes you think there’s more you need

But deep in the hollow where pain resides

The truth begins to split your sides —

For all that you gather will turn into dust,

And strip you bare of your wicked trust.

Yet inside that emptiness, cold and stark,

A whisper ignites like a flame in the dark:

“Your hunger was never for gold or fame —

It was the Creator calling your name.”

So stumble, fall, and bleed if you must,

Till ego breaks down into sacred dust.

For when the heart cracks open wide,

The Light comes rushing in from the other side.

And the more you give, the more you find

That love was the treasure you left behind —

A world rebuilt from the heart’s true plea,

Shattered no more… only unity.

Searching for Truth

I searched through the cosmos to truly feel

The truth behind what don’t feel real

I have scoured through countless text

Only to discover I don’t know what comes next

For every page was a mirror to me

Showing the cracks I refused to see

And every crack was a doorway wide

Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.”

I chased the stars for a drop of proof,

But the answer was hiding under my roof—

Buried in friends, in the love we sow,

In the broken places where prayers still grow.

I wanted secrets, ancient and vast,

But found the future stitched in the past;

Found that everything false must fall apart

Before faith above reason can enter the heart.

So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies,

With a trembling heart that finally cries:

“All that I sought was never out there—

It was You in the center of this despair.”

And the truth that hides in the cosmic view:

There is nothing to find—only something to do.

To love the Ten, to rise above,

To turn my shattered self to love.

The Frequency of Faith and Love

🌍 The Frequency of Faith and Love

( William S. Becker )

When our broken hearts unite as one, a trembling Light ascends above,

Faith pierces through the shattered clay and spreads the warmth of love.

The world kli breathes a higher truth the nations feel but cannot name,

A silent wave through human souls that melts the hatred, cools the flame.

We rise above our reason’s screams, refusing ego’s iron shove,

And every step against ourselves becomes a broadcast born of love.

For when the Ten stands arm-in-arm, the world receives what we’ve begun,

A pulse of faith that lifts the earth toward peace beneath a single sun.

They do not know from where it came, this strange desire to rise above,

But hearts begin to soften now, awakened gently by our love.

For faith above all reason’s lies becomes the wavelength nations feel,

And every breath of unity helps all humanity to heal.

So let us bow our heads as one, and beg the Creator up above,

To fill this empty, aching world with waves of faith and streams of love.

For when the Ten is truly one, the sparks ignite the soul of man,

And peace becomes the melody that plays throughout the Master’s plan.