🔥 The Fourteenth Commandment

We rise from ashes, ego’s tomb,

Each heart a spark, once drenched in gloom.

He calls from depths where light was slain,

“Unite as one — or rot in pain.”

The Fourteenth cry, a blade of flame,

Cuts through the soul that seeks its name.

For He won’t dwell in flesh or bone,

But in the bond, where He is known.

No man ascends by self alone,

The ladder’s built from hearts of stone.

Each step—another friend embraced,

Each fall—a love we’ve not yet faced.

The Shechina waits where hatred dies,

Not in our mouths, but in our eyes.

She weeps for those who pray apart,

And hides her light from every heart.

Baal HaSulam screams, “Awake, you blind!

The Lord’s not found in books or mind!

He’s born when vessels intertwine,

When I and you dissolve in line.”

So grind your pride until it bleeds,

From broken men, the flower feeds.

From shattered kings, the Kingdom grows,

And mercy burns where judgment froze.

This is the call, the sacred wound,

To build the world from souls entombed.

For in our love, the Light appears—

The sum of all our deaths and tears.

So let Him enter, fierce and pure,

Through hearts made low, through faith unsure.

The Fourteenth Law, the fire’s art—

To forge one soul from every heart.