The Generations of the Righteous

The Generations of the Righteous

The fruit of the righteous is not flesh and bone,

But deeds of bestowal the soul has grown.

Not words of the lips, nor rituals wide,

But actions for Heaven where ego has died.

In days of ascent, he is praised in song,

In nights of descent, they condemn him as wrong.

Yet both are his children, both day and the night,

Each fall is a vessel prepared for the Light.

The narrow-eyed man sees the Torah for gain,

The good-eyed reads love in each holy refrain.

The one sows for self, and his fruits turn to dust,

The other for Heaven, his harvest is just.

Two wives walk beside him: the Shadow, the Flame,

Faith over reason, and Torah by name.

Together they crown him, his wholeness they weave,

The generations of righteous—the deeds that believe.

“Tear the Heart, Heal the Soul”

I stand accused in silence, bare,

My lips refused the needed prayer.

I sinned in hunger for my name,

I sinned by never calling Your flame.

The sin was not in lust or gold,

But that I thought my hands could hold.

I swore I’d climb without Your rope,

And drowned myself in empty hope.

Then You broke me, gates all sealed,

My wisdom mocked, my strength revealed.

My faith was shattered, crushed like glass,

I kissed the dirt, no breath could pass.

At last came tears, not mine but Yours,

They split my chest, they cracked the doors.

The gates of tears swung open wide,

I crawled on bleeding knees inside.

“Father, King, no King but You,

Without Your mercy, I am through.

I cannot love unless You give,

I cannot rise, I cannot live.”

Between my friend and me, I plead,

Between my soul and You, I bleed.

Take judgment, twist it into grace,

Bind Malchut to ZA’s embrace.

Make of my vessel a home for light,

Make of my ashes a crown of night.

If death should come, let it be Your call,

If life, then let it be for all.

You do not wish the wicked’s end,

But turn him back, become his friend.

So here I stand, stripped down, undone,

A weeping child, a shattered one.

Tear me, burn me, grind to dust,

But kiss my ruins with Your trust.

Turn failure’s grave to mercy’s dove,

Turn tears of pain to tears of love.

And when the book is sealed above,

Let it be written: He returned to love.

Two Days Lost, One Love Remains

Two Days Lost, One Love Remains

I chase this world, its fleeting prize,
But find it empty, filled with lies.
I crave the crown of heaven too,
And so I fall from You by two.

The body lends, then calls its debt,
Demands reward for what it let.
It whispers, “Who? And what for you?
Why labor hard with nothing due?”

I answer sharp, I will not bend,
I work for Him without an end.
No crowns, no gold, no fleeting gain,
But only joy through love and pain.

The will to take will always fight,
It mocks the path, it hides the Light.
Yet through its hate, His love is known,
For joy is found in Him alone.

So if I fall, I’ll rise once more,
To serve in faith, my heart made pure.
Two days I lost, but one I find—
Eternal love, above the mind.

The Laziness of the Created Being

The Laziness of the Created Being

The soul awoke, yet the body said, “No…

Stay down in the dust, let the river not flow.

Why strain to climb when the bed feels so sweet?

Why run to the King when the chains bind your feet?”

The Ari wrote of circles, of lines drawn so thin,

Where the Light begs to enter—but we slumber within.

Baal HaSulam cries out: “This sleep is your test,

It drapes you in weakness, yet summons your quest.”

Rabash whispers gently: “This weight is a sign,

The Creator Himself presses on your spine.

Not to crush, but to bend, to annul and to pray,

To show that your strength is not yours anyway.”

And Rashbi declared in the dark of the cave,

That the sloth of the flesh is the mask of the grave.

But through unity’s fire, through friends hand in hand,

The mountain of laziness turns into sand.

Rav Laitman reminds us: “Do not curse the night,

It’s the cloak of concealment that births your new sight.

Above reason you rise, though the ego says ‘rest,’

For love is the ladder, and the ten is your chest.”

So I thank You, Creator, for the slowness, the pause,

For the laziness clothed in Your infinite laws.

For it’s only by dragging this weight up the hill,

That I learn it’s not my strength—but Yours that fulfills.

The Saboteur Was Sitting

The Saboteur Was Sitting

The saboteur sits grinning in my chest,

Mocking my faith, saying, “You’ll fail this test.

Your prayers are dust, your efforts a lie,

Your ladder is broken, don’t even try.”

He sharpens his tongue like a rusted blade,

Carves doubt in my soul where trust was laid.

He cackles, “Your friends will stumble too—

Why fight for them? They’re nothing to you.”

I spit blood back, though my strength is thin,

I drag my heart where the war begins.

Each thought is a knife, each breath a scream,

But still I cling to the shattered dream.

“Above reason,” I shout through choking fire,

“In this ruin burns the one desire—

To bind with my brothers, to annul this ‘I,’

To find the Creator, though He seems to deny.”

The saboteur shatters, his laughter fades,

For love has a sword no darkness degrades.

Hand in hand with the Ten, we rise above,

From brutal despair to unending love.

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We came as beasts, with teeth and claws,

Each guarding self with iron laws.

The bread of shame burned in our hand,

We’d eat, then choke, on shifting sand.

The world concealed, the Light withdrew,

Fear whispered, “It’s not for you.”

The ego laughed—its throne secure,

“Take all you can, what’s mine is yours.”

But one by one, we bent the spine,

Annulled the “I,” the beast, the swine.

Hitbatlut: I’m nothing, dust and breath,

I choose this death to conquer death.

Then hearts began to intertwine,

Hitkalelut—your pain is mine.

Your joy my song, your cry my prayer,

No “I” remained, just love to share.

The fire rose, no walls could stay,

Hitpaalut—our souls would sway.

The Shechina wept, then found her nest,

Within the circle, love confessed.

So brutal was the path we trod,

To die as men, to live with God.

Yet from the ashes, hearts above,

We burned away… to unconditional love.

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Born a fool, with no flame in the night,

No hunger for wisdom, no yearning for Light—

The drop is decreed, “weakling, fool,” so it seems,

Condemned to the dust, to a life without dreams.

Yet the Creator, in mercy, He scattered the seeds,

Planted the righteous to answer our needs.

For alone we are ashes, corpses that rot,

But beside the great ones, new powers are caught.

The fool has no vessel, no craving, no fight,

But he cleaves to the righteous—receives their delight.

What I lack from my birth, I inherit through them,

As a beggar made king in Jerusalem.

Without them, my Torah is poison, a knife,

But with them it blossoms and gives me true life.

So wicked or righteous is not in the bone,

It’s chosen in love, it’s chosen in home.

So I fall on my face, in weakness I cry,

“Friends, lift me upward, don’t let me die!”

And the Creator replies with a whisper above:

“You are righteous through them… through faith, through love.”

 In the womb of our love hides a truth yet concealed,

Our ego screams loudly, refusing to yield.

It whispers, “You’re nothing, you’ll fail and you’ll fall,”

It builds up a tower, then crushes it all.

Alone we are broken, confused and deceived,

No hope in the heart, no faith to believe.

The mind runs in circles, the soul turns to stone,

Each step that we take feels colder, alone.

But then—like a spark in the dark of the night,

The heart cracks wide open and lets in the Light.

The friends stand beside us, their hands interlaced,

The fire of love burns the ego erased.

And there in the center, the secret is shown:

One heart, one desire, one truth we’ve been shown.

The path of the Ten, the Creator’s own art,

His love beats eternal in one united heart.

Through Hitbatlut — we bow and annul,

Through Hitkalelut — we mix, heart and soul.

Through Hitpa’alut — His Light floods apart,

One breath, one desire, one love, one heart

 The line descends, a whisper, thin,

A pipeline drawn, where worlds begin.

It bends, it arcs, it rounds the night,

Each circle born from endless Light.

Keter first, so near, so high,

The crown that kisses Ein Sof’s sky.

Hochma follows, wisdom’s flame,

Then Bina forms, her womb, her name.

One by one the rings are spun,

Until the tenth, where work is done.

Malchut waits, the vessel’s call,

Embracing circles, one through all.

Ten within ten, the dance complete,

Each step a heartbeat, calm, discreet.

The order sings, the Light does flow,

From endless heights to depths below.

 Poem for the Ten

I was born weak, my vessel so small,

No wisdom, no craving, no strength at all.

Alone I would fall, my Torah be dust,

But in you, my friends, I place all my trust.

Through your fire I’m lifted, your yearning my guide,

Your love is the shelter where I can abide.

Not wicked or righteous by nature’s decree—

But righteous through you, for you carry me.

 Born a fool, with no flame in the night,

No hunger for wisdom, no yearning for Light—

The drop is decreed, “weakling, fool,” so it seems,

Condemned to the dust, to a life without dreams.

Yet the Creator, in mercy, He scattered the seeds,

Planted the righteous to answer our needs.

For alone we are ashes, corpses that rot,

But beside the great ones, new powers are caught.

The fool has no vessel, no craving, no fight,

But he cleaves to the righteous—receives their delight.

What I lack from my birth, I inherit through them,

As a beggar made king in Jerusalem.

Without them, my Torah is poison, a knife,

But with them it blossoms and gives me true life.

So wicked or righteous is not in the bone,

It’s chosen in love, it’s chosen in home.

So I fall on my face, in weakness I cry,

“Friends, lift me upward, don’t let me die!”

And the Creator replies with a whisper above:

“You are righteous through them… through faith, through love.”

 Rosh Hashanah Cry

The shofar breaks the silent night,

It calls us back to love, to Light.

The world kli trembles, torn apart,

Yet hope still burns within the heart.

The ego shouts, “It’s mine, not yours!”

But faith above reason reopens the doors.

Together as one, we rise and we pray,

That love will be written and never decay.

Creator, bind us, soul to soul,

Repair the vessel, make it whole.

A new year dawns, the heavens sing,

Inscribe us in love beneath Your wing.

 Rosh Hashanah Cry of the Ten

The shofar breaks silence, it pierces the air,

A cry from our hearts that we all must bear.

Israel rises, one voice, one song,

To crown our Creator, to Whom we belong.

We tremble and yearn, for the year now renewed,

Each prayer is a vessel, each tear is imbued.

Not for ourselves, but the whole world to see,

That “The Lord is our God” for eternity.

Our sins we confess, our pride we let fall,

The King takes His throne in the hearts of us all.

The judgment is heavy, yet mercy shines through,

For He seeks our return, to make us anew.

So, friends, my beloved, my brothers, my kin,

Let’s rise above reason, let faith flood within.

May our Ten be the spark that ignites every soul,

Till Israel glorifies Him, and the world is made whole.

 The year begins,

the mask thins,

and the heart hears a call in the bone.

The serpent grins,

counting wins,

“Keep it mine, keep it safe, keep it alone.”

But we’ve seen that trick,

it burns us quick,

so we gather the shards we can find.

We cut the slick,

ego’s pick,

and choose the King above the mind.

I am my Beloved—

that’s the shove-ed—

annul my will before His own.

Then love is covenanted,

fear is woven,

and Malchut rises to the throne.

Write us to life,

cut off the knife

of tail-chasing questions—“Who? What?”

A lion’s tail,

faith above veil,

we follow Hesed through the clot.

Shofar breath,

sweetens death,

judgment turns to mercy’s tone.

Black and white,

we sign the light,

good writing carved in living stone.

Empty space,

we lift in grace,

Romemut fills the hollowed cup.

Pomegranate case,

seeded place,

every lack says, “Friend, rise up.”

Not one by one—

that’s never done—

we bind as one society.

Shoulder to shoulder,

warmer, bolder,

we cancel exile’s piety.

Crown Him now,

teach me how—

let Your glory not lie in dust.

Make our vow,

make us bow,

turn all receiving into trust.

 The year begins, the ego cries,

“Keep it mine, believe the lies.”

But we choose the crown, the King above,

Harsh to the self, yet filled with love.

Shofar sound, it cuts the night,

Turns the judgment into light.

Empty hearts, like seeds we bring,

Pomegranate full—faith above, we cling.

Not alone, but hand in hand,

One society takes its stand.

Brutal truth, the vow we make—

Unconditional love for heaven’s sake.

1. Awakening – The Point in the Heart

I wander through life with hollow eyes,

Drunk on illusions, feeding on lies.

But a thorn in my chest will not let me sleep,

A hunger eternal, a yearning so deep.

I thought it was madness, I thought it was pain,

But it whispered of truth I could not contain.

“Seek Me in love, not in gold or in lust,

Build in the Ten, in connection and trust.”

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2. Despair – Revelation of Evil

I tried to rise, but the ego screamed,

It shattered my hope, devoured my dream.

Every prayer mocked, every deed cursed,

The will to receive showed its teeth at its worst.

I saw my reflection, a beast in the glass,

Laughing at virtue, spitting at class.

And I cried, “Creator, why was I made?

To drown in the filth of the ego’s blade?”

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3. First Light – Faith Above Reason

In the pit of despair, a spark appeared,

Silent and small, yet sharp and seared.

Not knowledge, not proof, not reason’s chain,

But a whisper of love that broke my pain.

“I am with you,” the silence said,

“Not in your mind, but in what you shed.

Give one drop of love, rise above strife,

That drop is eternal—it’s true, it’s life.”

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4. Connection – The Ten as the Vessel

I fell to the friends, my brothers, my shield,

Their love was the ground where the Light was revealed.

I annulled my pride, I swallowed my hate,

For in them I touched the eternal state.

Each heart was a flame, together they roared,

A field of mercy, the dwelling of Lord.

In their embrace my soul could breathe,

The death of self was the life I received.

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5. Faith and Love – The First Degree

Through the brutal fight, through the endless cost,

I found the one thing that is never lost.

Not power, not wealth, not a fleeting dream,

But eternal love, the Creator’s gleam.

So I give and I burn, I rise and I fall,

But the drop of bestowal outlives it all.

And though I am nothing, my soul can sing—

The first degree is everything.

The First Degree

I choke on the chains of my own desire,

Hands burned bloody from chasing the fire.

Every joy fades, every dream dies,

My heart’s a graveyard of broken lies.

I scream to the void—nothing replies,

Till shame cuts deep and opens my eyes.

I see the friends, I see the flame,

A force of love I cannot name.

The ego claws, it will not let go,

It curses the path, it hates to bestow.

But in the rubble, a whisper is heard—

Not in my voice, but in His word.

“Rise above reason, trust what you feel,

The drop of love you give is real.

It will not be lost, it cannot decay,

It’s eternal Light in a fleeting day.”

So I bow to the friends, my fortress, my guide,

Their hearts are the vessel where I abide.

Through brutal fire, through faith I’m remade,

Unconditional love is the first step laid.

In Pennsylvania’s embrace, at Fox Run’s sacred ground,

Where hearts converge, where love is found,

The Creator’s light, a beacon bright,

Guides our souls through day and night.

From JR’s eyes, the hugs unfold,

Friends like family, warm and bold,

A spectacle divine, the Creator’s art,

Painting joy within each heart.

Lance speaks of love, a tender flame,

Each friend’s embrace, no one the same,

Yearning to unite, above the strife,

Rising as one to a higher life.

Ella’s tale begins at journey’s start,

A team of care, with open heart,

Bananas, water, love’s sweet deed,

A trip that meets the soul’s deep need.

The rain, a downpour, fierce and wild,

Yet halts as if by heaven styled,

The moment we arrive, the skies clear wide,

Nature’s bow to the Creator’s pride.

That first night’s circle, voices raised,

Songs of unity, our hearts ablaze,

One family formed, hearts intertwined,

A merging of souls, pure and kind.

Ella’s friends, in awe they stand,

On gloomy days, the land so grand,

Nature’s beauty, the Creator’s face,

Manifest in this holy place.

Familiar faces, once just a screen,

Now alive, in love serene,

The American kli, a mighty force,

Part of Bnei Baruch’s sacred course.

In the forest’s heart, a circle forms,

Connected souls, through love transformed,

To Mother Nature, to each other bound,

One in spirit, on sacred ground.

The musical night, the gifts we share,

Warmth and joy fill the air,

Unity’s spark, a radiant glow,

Hearts aligned in a boundless flow.

Newcomers’ fire, their vibrant zeal,

Ignites the kli, makes it real,

A question to Rav, bold and true,

Their energy lifts the whole crew.

Andrew sings of hearts that melt,

In love’s vast sea, where grace is felt,

Forging a crown for the One above,

We dive into the waters of love.

The Creator’s reward, a burning desire,

To bestow, to rise, to lift ever higher.

Elliot’s wonder, a journey surreal,

Miracles carve paths where dreams feel real,

The right hand pulls, the left tests will,

Yet through the dark, we climb the hill.

The Middle Line, our choice, our way,

Balancing life, come what may.

Bill’s fervor drove him twenty-three hours,

Fueled by prayers for the Creator’s powers,

Light of faith, connection, and love,

Shining on the kli from above.

Sisters and brothers, with care they served,

Meals prepared, with love preserved,

Every detail, a testament clear,

To unity’s strength, to hearts sincere.

And when his truck met fate’s harsh call,

Bill’s heart still sang, “Thank you, Lord, for all.”

For this congress, the most profound,

Where heaven’s touch was truly found.

We leave on waves of love’s embrace,

Elevated, united, in sacred space,

One step closer to the Creator’s light,

Hearts merged as one, in eternal flight.

Baruch Hashem, for this holy bond,

In Pennsylvania’s arms, we found the beyond.

Ein Ode Milvado

Ashes to Flame

 

Ashes to Flame

The lies I hear

Scream loud in my ear

They promise, but tear me apart

Desires betray

They lead me astray

Leaving scars in the depth of my heart

The mask I wear

Is heavy with care

And it mocks every prayer that I cry

I stumble, I fall

I feel nothing at all

Just ashes and silence inside

The ego takes hold

Its grip turns cold

It laughs as I kneel in the dirt

It whispers with glee

“You’ll never break free—

Your love is a dream that won’t work.”

But then a hand breaks through

A friend pulls me true

Reminding me I’m not alone

In the pit of despair

They meet me there

And together we carve out a home

The ego fights back

It plans its attack

But we rise, one bundle, one flame

Through faith above reason

In every season

We cry out the Creator’s Name

So though I bleed

It’s love that I need

And it’s love that will carry me still

From the lowest descent

To the heights heaven-sent

His mercy fulfills every will

Through the Ashes

Through the Ashes

The lies I hear
Scream loud in my ear
They promise, but tear me apart

Desires betray
They lead me astray
Leaving scars in the depth of my heart

The mask I wear
Is heavy with care
And it mocks every prayer that I cry

I stumble, I fall
I feel nothing at all
Just ashes and silence inside

But a hand breaks through
A friend pulls me true
Reminding me I’m not alone

In the pit of despair
They meet me there
And together we carve out a home

The ego fights back
It plans its attack
But we rise, one bundle, one flame

Through faith above reason
In every season
We cry out the Creator’s Name

So though I bleed
It’s love that I need
And it’s love that will carry me still

From the lowest descent
To the heights heaven-sent
His mercy fulfills every will

The Path of Struggle

The Path of Struggle

The nights feel long

The pain feels strong

And the ego keeps whispering lies

The war within

The weight of sin

It crushes, it burns, it denies

But the heart won’t break

It learns to awake

When a friend holds your hand through the storm

Through fire and tears

Through shadows and fears

A new soul begins to form

So we fall, we rise

We tear off disguise

Till only the truth can remain

Through love we ascend

Through the strength of a friend

And eternal connection we gain

So cling to the Light

Through the darkest night

For the Creator is near all along

When the hearts unite

Faith takes its flight

And our suffering turns into song

Depart From Evil

Depart From Evil 

I spit at the mirror, I curse at the night,

The filth of my heart won’t let in the light.

I claw at the chains that tighten my breath,

Every thought that I chase just drags me to death.

I preach that I’m holy, but rot fills my veins,

My ego’s a tyrant that laughs at my pains.

I run from the shadows, they tear me apart,

I see that the devil’s been etched in my heart.

The more that I fight, the deeper I sink,

I drown in the poison I promised to drink.

My “strength” is a lie, my “virtue” a fraud,

I’m nothing but ashes without my God.

But just when I’m shattered, too broken to stand,

A whisper of mercy takes hold of my hand.

The fire is quenched, the torment is still,

The Healer restores me—according to His will.

So evil departs, not by might, not by art,

But by faith above reason and love in the heart.

Through prayer and surrender, the bondage will cease,

The darkness is broken, the soul finds its peace.

The Mountain of Fire and Love

The Mountain of Fire and Love

The mountain bled with smoke and flame,

my ego howled, consumed by shame.

It clawed my flesh, it tore my soul,

its hunger dark, a gaping hole.

The nations rose with teeth of steel,

they cursed the light, they cursed the deal.

“Bow to no law, serve lust and greed,

forget this path, let pride succeed.”

The sky was black, the earth did quake,

my heart near burst, my bones did break.

In chains of wrath I gasped for breath,

each step I took was close to death.

Yet in the pit a whisper came,

a tender spark, a holy flame.

“Unite as one, annul, embrace,

together you will find His face.”

The fire cooled, the night grew still,

my shattered will was bent to thrill.

The Torah shone, a healing dove,

and from the ash sprang endless love.

Now hand in hand, we stand above,

no fear remains, just bonds of love.

One soul, one heart, our will undone,

unconditional — we are one.