Black Dot Rising

💔🔥 “Black Dot Rising”

I walk in black where angels hide,

no glow, no guide, just pain inside.

The light has fled, the songs are gone,

and still the night keeps dragging on.

I bite the dust, I curse the flame,

my ego screams and takes the blame.

Yet deep beneath that broken skin,

the smallest spark still burns within.

The dot is black, but fierce its hue,

it whispers low, “I’m still in you.”

No white remains, no shining crown,

but from this dark the soul kneels down.

I serve through tears that never cease,

in war I fight to find my peace.

Each fall, each cut, each silent cry,

becomes a prayer that lights the sky.

Don’t chase the glow that comes then fades,

the real work’s done in hidden shades.

For when the world says “you’re forgot,”

the Shechina breathes inside that spot.

So let me bleed and call it grace,

the pain’s the kiss I can’t erase.

From blackest night the dawn will start—

the dot of dust becomes His heart.

The Ride Within

“The Ride Within”

I wake in the morning and brush my teeth,

Run a brush through my hair and shake off sleep.

I stumble to the kitchen for a bitter brew,

No grinds, no grounds—just a hollow view.

So I laugh at fate, make a brand-new pot,

Steam rising like prayers from what I’ve got.

Step outside with a smoke in hand,

Dreams and ashes fall in the sand.

The Tri-Glide waits, chrome heart aglow,

A beast of freedom with a holy flow.

I kick her to life, the thunder roars,

Like Malchut pounding on Heaven’s doors.

Each mile burns ego from bone to bone,

The wind screams truths I thought I owned.

Every car I pass, every stretch of sky,

Strips another layer of “I.”

The road becomes the parchment scroll,

Where the Creator writes across my soul.

Each curve, each hum of spinning steel,

Cuts away the lies I used to feel.

My Ten rides beside me, unseen but near,

Their hearts in my chest, their voices clear.

We climb the hill of faith above reason,

Through storms of doubt, through every season.

I twist the throttle—Hitbatlut ignites,

Annulment burns in the wind’s white lights.

Hitkalalut follows, the merge of flame,

No “me,” no “you,” just one Name.

Hitpahalut—oh God, the spark explodes,

Love floods the asphalt, the highway glows.

The roar becomes a silent song:

“There is none else besides Him”—all along.

By the time I stop, I’m no longer me,

Just a vessel of longing, endlessly free.

The Tri-Glide hums down to a prayer,

The friends, the path, the love—all there.

And in that stillness, brutal yet kind,

The Creator smiles through the dust in my mind.

For every ride begins in despair and pain—

But ends in the heart, where only Love remains.