“Middle Line or Nothing”
I walked the right, clean hands, bowed head,
Gave thanks for crumbs, called hunger “fed.”
I served with fear, I praised His name,
But never touched His living flame.
I walked the left, my eyes burned bright,
Truth like fire in dead of night.
I saw His plan, I knew His aim,
But wisdom naked turned to shame.
Right says, “Give—don’t ask to feel.”
Left says, “Take—this truth is real.”
Both were loud, both felt so true,
Both alone just split me in two.
The heart cracked open, bled the lie,
“Pick a side or surely die.”
But Heaven whispered, low and thin,
“I dwell where both are braided in.”
Not mercy alone, not truth by force,
Not holy deeds without the Source.
The King is crowned where lines agree,
Where love clothes light responsibly.
No glory shown in empty hands,
No throne revealed in broken plans.
His honor shines when hearts align,
Hochma dressed in Hassadim.
So I don’t run, I don’t divide,
I stand where opposites collide.
I hold the dark, I hold the flame,
And bless His Name through joy and pain.
This is the work — no borrowed light,
No silent right, no reckless sight.
The Torah lives where both entwine,
Middle Line — or nothing shines.
HEBREW
קו ימין בלי אור — חסד בלי חיים
קו שמאל בלי לב — חכמה בלי רחמים
רק באמצע מתגלה המלך
רק כששניהם כאחד — נשלם התיקון
לא די לתת, לא די לראות
בלי לב מלובש — האור נשרף
התורה מחברת ימין ושמאל
ושם כבוד הבורא נחשף
SPANISH
Derecha sin verdad se vuelve fría,
Izquierda sin amor quema y vacía.
No hay gloria en partes rotas del querer,
Solo en el centro nace el Rey.
Sabiduría vestida de piedad,
Luz con cuidado, fuerza con bondad.
Ahí se revela Su voluntad,
En línea media — verdad total.
RUSSIAN
Без милосердия мудрость — яд,
Без истины добро — лишь взгляд.
Он раскрыт не в крайних словах,
А там, где оба живут в сердцах.
Средняя линия — не компромисс,
А свет, что выдержал вес небес.
Там слава Творца становится явной,
Где свет и любовь соединены правильно.
CLOSING
Brothers, we stand — not right, not left,
But where the heart is stripped of self.
No borrowed fire, no holy mask,
Just one desire — to crown Him fast.
Not me, not you — one single plea,
That He be seen through unity.
This is the path the sages knew,
Middle Line — made real in you.
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