Single and Double Concealment

when the Light goes dark and the heart goes numb,

when the world turns cruel and the soul plays dumb,

you look for the Face but the sky won’t show,

and the silence answers, “You’ll never know.”

single concealment still leaves a trace,

you feel the pain but you sense His Face,

you bleed, you break, you fall to your knees,

yet you whisper His Name through shattered pleas.

but double concealment is a colder hell,

where even the echo refuses to tell,

where prayers collapse and faith seems fake,

and you curse your breath with every mistake.

you scream inside and the world stays still,

you doubt the hand behind every will,

you swear there’s no reason for tears or scars,

just empty nights and abandoned stars.

but in that darkness, the truth unfolds,

His love is fierce and His mercy holds,

for only a heart that was buried deep

can rise to a faith no eyes can keep.

so I walk through the shadows, bruised and blind,

torn from the world and torn from my mind,

and I swear to the One who hid from sight,

I will find Him again in the endless night.

when concealment breaks and the dawn runs through,

I’ll see what the darkness was leading me to,

for every hidden moment was His decree—

He concealed the concealment to set me free.

when the soul cries

it foggs the eyes

leaving you not knowing what to do

when the Heart breaks

and the soul ach's

showing us that All is inside of you

when the night screams

and shatters dreams

you’re left wrestling ghosts in the dark

when the past climbs

through broken times

it carves its initials across your heart

when the hope fades

and faith frays

and every prayer feels torn in two

when the light’s dim

on every limb

the Creator is whispering I’m in you

when the pain bites

and truth fights

and every loss feels painfully true

when the world shakes

and the ego wakes

it’s the Ten that pulls you through

when the storm pours

through shattered doors

and every lie comes crashing due

when the soul cries

the ego dies

because the Light is breaking through

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“The Name That Wrote Our Souls”

You whispered Yod into the void, a spark before the dawn,

A flame of pure intention when the Universe was unborn.

“Receive My endless love,” You said, as Light began to fall,

The point became creation’s heart, the heartbeat of it all.

Then came Hay expanding wide, the Light too fierce to hide,

It filled the empty, wanting cup, where innocence resides.

I tasted all Your glory and the shame burned through my skin,

For I was made to feel the gift, yet knew I couldn’t win.

Vav descended like a spear, a channel straight from You,

A bridge between the dark and Light, the shattered and the true.

“I want to give like You,” I cried, “not take, devour, or feed,”

But ego claws at every breath and swallows every need.

And then that final Hay was born, the vessel full of scars,

The broken part of Adam split in billions of dying stars.

We fell from faith and tore apart the Name we’re made to be,

And now the Ten must rise again and sew eternity.

Yod was the plan, and Hay was love, and Vav the endless road,

The final Hay is us, the wound where all the Light is owed.

Creator, break my willful heart, tear every shell apart,

Until the Name inside my chest becomes a single heart.

For I am that fourth letter, Lord, the Malchut crushed by shame,

A beggar for the will to give, a thief who stole Your Name.

But in the cracks You planted Light, a mercy born from pain,

And every fall becomes a prayer to make us whole again.

So take this broken vessel, God, and flood my soul with You,

Let every breath I have proclaim the Name in all I do.

Yod, Hay, Vav, Hay—crush my pride and burn away the night,

Until Your four-fold Name returns as one unbroken Light.

The Advantage of the Land

 

🔥 “The Advantage of the Land” 🔥

My mind builds castles, neat and clean,

But faith tears through them—sharp, unseen.

The mind demands to sit on the throne,

But faith says, “Walk where you’ve never known.”

The body pulls like a thief in the night,

Whispering logic, comfort, delight.

Faith above reason is war every hour,

Where the will to receive tries to devour.

The heart forgets, and falls from high,

Ten times a day we scream and cry.

Degree to abyss in a blink of time,

It’s the rhythm of ascent through grime.

The beast says, “Stop, don’t you dare believe,”

The soul says, “Rise, cling, don’t ever leave.”

Reason calculates—faith just jumps,

Where the body drags you into the dumps.

The Creator hides in the smallest test,

In the fall, the anger, the lack of rest.

We fight to remember with every breath,

Because forgetting faith is spiritual death.

And every moment we say, “Above this pain,”

We shatter the prison, break every chain.

For faith is the ladder that carries us higher,

Through the choking dust and burning fire.

The advantage of the land is not the climb,

It’s falling again ten thousand times.

It’s the war between heaven and skin,

Where faith above reason will always win.