“Something New Was Born”

I woke up heavy, same old fight,

Same damn thoughts that swear they’re right.

I did the work, I played the role,

But nothing moved inside the soul.

I prayed the words, I showed my face,

But joy wouldn’t enter this stubborn place.

I blamed the road, I blamed the men,

I blamed the world, not once the “I” within.

Then it hit me hard — like Shamati warned,

Joy ain’t a gift, it’s a sign you’re reborn.

Not smart, not strong, not feeling wise,

But faith that walks with blinded eyes.

No joy means still the same old me,

Polishing chains, calling it “free.”

But one small crack — a hairline bend,

Where self let go for the sake of the Ten.

No fireworks, no holy glow,

Just choosing bestowal when reason said “no.”

And there it was — quiet, clear,

A newborn point the ego fears.

Joy crept in — not loud, not proud,

But real as tears that aren’t allowed.

Not from knowing, not from control,

But something new carved in the soul.

So if I’m dry, I don’t pretend,

I don’t accuse the road or friends.

I ask one thing, again, again:

“Creator — renew me for the Ten.”