Psalms In The Heart

 Covenant to My Ten From our connection comes rejection, nowhere to hide, I pledge to stay standing right here at your side, When ego rises and pushes apart, I will not run from the work of the heart. When distance appears and the darkness is shown, I will remember I’m never alone, For every resistance the soul must face Is the Creator preparing a place. I pledge now to hold to the line, To see all your greatness and make it mine, To bow to the friends when pride wants to win, And ask for the strength to include us within. If anger or judgment begins to arise, I’ll fight for our love, not the ego’s disguise, I’ll pray for your hearts before praying for me, That in our connection the Creator will be. No matter the fall, the shame, or the strain, I p;edge here to return again, To build what we can’t as one man alone— A place in our bond where He makes His home.

  “Two Actions in the Dark” When the light fades out and the heart feels tight, And the road ahead disappears from sight, The fall is not to break the soul apart, But to pull a prayer from deep in the heart. Do not agree with the dark that you feel, Do not accept it as something that's real, Hold to the friends, to the path, to the plea, And cry for the One who sets you free.

 we fall into a hole and cant get out go ahead scream and shout it does no good because the hole your in is the separation you feel within that separation between the Creator and you because we let desires of reception seep through we dug it deep with every selfish plea till the light was hidden, and we could not see we claw at the walls with hands full of fear but the way out was always quietly near not by strength, and not by might but by turning the heart back toward the light for the hole was never made of earth and clay it was built from the times we turned away each thought for self, each moment of pride stacked the stones that sealed us inside but the second a prayer breaks out from the core a crack appears in that prison floor and through that crack a thin light streams awakening forgotten dreams then hand in hand with the friends we call a rope of love is lowered into the hole and pulling together, heart by heart the climb to adhesion can finally start

  Reading Between the Lines The Torah comes quiet, it don’t shout or shine, But it slowly starts draining what once felt like “mine.” The strength that felt solid begins to feel thin, Like a war you keep fighting but never can win. You sit with the pages, the words feel so deep, Yet something inside you just wants to go sleep. The body gets heavy, the thoughts start to roam, The will to receive says, “Just leave it, go home.” But Rabash is whispering under the sound, “It's not your true strength that is being worn down.” It’s the pride that is cracking, the self standing tall, That strength has to weaken so love can be called. You read and you read but the letters don’t say, The real work is hidden in what fades away. The harder it feels, the more empty you stand, The more you're being shaped by a higher hand. Alone you grow tired, your fire burns thin, The battles feel heavy, you can’t seem to win. But sit with the friends and the air starts to change, A power appears tha...

“According to the Sorrow (So Is the Laugh)” We showed up holy, hearts full of flame, Said “Love thy neighbor” — meant “love the same.” But halfway through the spiritual ride, The ego stole the keys and went for a joyride. We opened the books, Zohar on the dash, But the will to receive said, “Let’s make it a cash.” We wanted Dvekut, straight to the sky, But the body said, “First let’s get coffee and pie.” We joined the Ten, said “We annul today,” Then argued for twenty on who gets their way. We sang about bestowal, mercy, and light, Then secretly counted who shined more in the night. The spies came whispering, smooth as can be, “Why work for nothing? Look at me — I’m free.” “Before you were happy, fat, and well fed, Now you’re chasing some Light you’ve never once seen instead.” We said “No reward, we serve just for love,” Then checked the scoreboard with the angels above. “Are we closer yet? Did the Creator respond?” While refreshing the app called Ego.com . The sorrow got thicker...

Rock Bottom Is the Meeting Place Emptiness is the floor where I finally fall, Rock bottom is the room with no walls at all. Every dream I defended, every hope I rehearsed, Either failed in my hands or was stripped by the curse. I arrive here not strong, but ashamed to be seen, Seeing clearly the distance between You and me. Not because I am righteous or suddenly wise, But because I can’t carry this lie anymore inside. So I pray, not knowing this was all You asked, Not perfection, not victory, not spiritual masks. Just to need You, to want You, to speak every day, To sit in Your presence with nothing to say. Through ascents I discover I’m empty of light, Through descents I uncover the depth of the fight. The Will To Receive shows its infinite face, And I see there is nowhere to run, nowhere safe. No action can break it, no effort, no art, No knowledge, no work, no clever heart. Only one thing defeats it, and leaves me intact— A prayer from the place where I finally crack. Not a prayer f...