Psalms In The Heart

Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task It requires we remove our egoistic masks It’s about what you feel inside your chest As we wear Faith’s vest But the path is paved with storms we hide Where love and hatred clash inside Where every step exposes schemes The ego sews into our dreams You rise, you fall, you curse the climb You swear you’ll quit a thousand times Yet something whispers, soft and true— “This pain is love awakening you.” For Lishma is born from shattered pride From tears you’d rather keep inside Until the Ten becomes your breath, Your shield of life, your truth from death. And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild, Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child And lifts it where no reason dares, To the place the Creator answers prayers. So fall again, rise twice as strong— This broken road is where you belong. For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb, But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”

A world built on shattered dreams Builds a hopeless reality so it seems Living a life powered by greed Makes you think there’s more you need But deep in the hollow where pain resides The truth begins to split your sides — For all that you gather will turn into dust, And strip you bare of your wicked trust. Yet inside that emptiness, cold and stark, A whisper ignites like a flame in the dark: “Your hunger was never for gold or fame — It was the Creator calling your name.” So stumble, fall, and bleed if you must, Till ego breaks down into sacred dust. For when the heart cracks open wide, The Light comes rushing in from the other side. And the more you give, the more you find That love was the treasure you left behind — A world rebuilt from the heart’s true plea, Shattered no more… only unity.

I searched through the cosmos to truly feel The truth behind what don’t feel real I have scoured through countless text Only to discover I don’t know what comes next For every page was a mirror to me Showing the cracks I refused to see And every crack was a doorway wide Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.” I chased the stars for a drop of proof, But the answer was hiding under my roof— Buried in friends, in the love we sow, In the broken places where prayers still grow. I wanted secrets, ancient and vast, But found the future stitched in the past; Found that everything false must fall apart Before faith above reason can enter the heart. So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies, With a trembling heart that finally cries: “All that I sought was never out there— It was You in the center of this despair.” And the truth that hides in the cosmic view: There is nothing to find—only something to do. To love the Ten, to rise above, To turn my shattered self to love.