Psalms In The Heart

  “Which Horse You Ride” The changes in the world are strange at best People argue and fight, releasing the ego's nest Never realizing that’s one of the ego's tools When they use it, it leaves us feeling like fools When we stop, think and decide Which horse you're gonna ride The one that bucks and kicks you off Or the one that whispers so nice and soft One runs on anger, pride, and fear It shouts so loud you think it's clear It promises power, respect, and fame But leaves you empty, full of blame The other is quiet, you barely hear It speaks through love, draws friends near It asks for nothing, just to give And shows the only way to live One horse runs wild, tearing apart The other rides straight through the heart One throws you down in dust and pain The other walks you home again So look at the reins you hold so tight Ask who is leading in this fight The ego screams, “Take all you can!” The soul just whispers, “Love your man.”

  Born into a system with two sets of rules One all for self and the other to give away all your jewels One is awake and the other asleep One wants to give and the other to keep The trick is to step back and see What is fighting for your power complete Two voices inside, both pulling the reins One promises pleasure, the other brings pains One builds a prison you never can see The other unlocks what you’re meant to be The one that takes whispers, “Think only of you” The one that gives asks, “What can love do?” One feeds the hunger that never is filled The other grows quiet where faith can be built So stand in the middle, don’t run, don’t pretend Just watch who is speaking, and who is your friend For power is chosen in each breath you make To give for the truth, while the ego takes

Envy, Lust and Honor, gifts from above Showing us how to use them to promote love We can use them for corporal desires But the second you do you extinguish the fire Chasing the body, the praise, and the throne Leaves a man empty, cold, and alone You fill up the pockets but starve the soul Each selfish step digs a deeper hole But envy the friends and the path that they take Lust for connection that none can fake Honor the ones who walk truthfully near And suddenly love begins to appear Oh turn that fire, let it rise up high Lift the friends’ hearts to the open sky What burned for self now lights the way Love in the ten grows day by day What once burned wild for self and for gain Now warms the heart and softens the pain The same fierce fire that once pulled apart Now lights the ten and ignites the heart See the ten as new with each sunrise No fault in the friend, just mirrors for the eyes Take their desires, make them your own Raise them together to the One on the throne Oh turn th...

 Climbing The Mountain Of ME A man walks proud, says, “I’m strong, I’m fine,” But trips on the same old wants every time. He swears he’s good, he means no harm, Then grabs for self with a greedy arm. A hill shows up, but it’s no small mound, It’s a mountain of “me” piled high on the ground. Each thought for self, each secret deal, Stacks one more rock the heart must feel. He fights that hill, slips on the clay, Curses the dark that blocks the way. Shouts at the sky, “Why me? Why now?” While feeding the beast he won’t disavow. Then comes the spice, so plain, so light, Not a sword, not a grand big fight. Just words of Torah, a quiet flame, That slowly tames the inner shame. The evil voice don’t die or flee, It just sits down more quietly. Still grins, still waits, still wants its share, But now there’s help in the air. So man keeps walking, bruised but true, With love in sight and work to do. The hill is self, the path is above— A brutal road, all wrapped in love.

 We gather to connect, not for comfort, not for fame, But to build a place where the Creator can reveal His Name. There is no other goal, no side road, no clever disguise, Only the bond between hearts where the true connection lies. He holds us together in ways we don’t yet feel, Gives us the texts, the path, the hunger that is real. Like arms around a child that we’re too numb to see, His embrace is constant, but we lack the sensitivity. Everything in me, every thought, every fall, every climb, I attribute to Him, in the Ten and alone in time. Each friend a doorway, each moment a hidden sign, That nothing in this life was ever truly mine. Until the day arrives when the veil is finally torn, And the revelation within the connection is born. A person must yearn, must ache, must plead from deep inside, For the moment the Creator no longer has to hide. At first I search for the friend, for a hand I can hold, For warmth in the circle, for hearts that are bold. But slowly it changes...

  The Judge in My Chest I put on a robe like I’m holy and wise, But the judge in my chest sees straight through the disguise. I rule in my favor, I bend every law, Then gasp in pure shock at the faults that I saw. I pound on the table, “I’m righteous! I’m right!” While feeding my ego all day and all night. I sentence the world for the things that they do, Then quietly pardon the same things in me too. I call it “bestowal,” I call it “the climb,” But most of the time I’m just serving my slime. I polish my halo, adjust it just so, While hiding the horns that continue to grow. The truth is a mirror I try to avoid, It shows me how much of my love is employed To serve only self with a sweet holy grin, While whispering prayers through a mouth full of sin. I judge all the friends like I’m seated above, Yet starve them inside of the smallest of love. Then cry to the heavens, “Why don’t I feel light?” While blocking the door with my own inner fight. But the Judge never shouts, never s...