Psalms In The Heart

The Ego’s Confession I am the voice that rose inside his chest, The serpent whisper saying I know best. I lit the spark, I pushed the shove, I tore him away from the circle of love. I made him think he was guarding the light, While I was the one picking a fight. I laughed as he walked out the door, That’s what I live for—just one moment more. I dress myself as justice, truth, and care, I say, “You’re right! They’re wrong! Don’t you dare!” But deep inside I’m rotting, crude, obscene, A parasite of pride, cold and unclean. I saw the unity forming bright and strong, So I whispered poison, “They’re doing it wrong.” I fed on the chaos—my favorite feast— And he forgot I’m the man-eating beast. But now I stand exposed before his friends, Naked in shame as the pretense ends. I used his heart, I broke his calm, And now I tremble before their psalm. I know he hates me—and he should, it’s true, For every holy thing I undo. But Creator, You made me sharp as a knife, So he’d learn to carve out a hi...

A Poem of Forgiveness, Annulment, and the Ego I Cannot Stand I rose too fast when the fire hit my chest, My ego roared louder than all the rest. I thought I was guarding the truth we defend, But instead I broke unity I vowed to mend. The moment was tiny, but my anger was great, I let one foolish spark decide my fate. I should have bowed low, let the moment just pass, Instead I split the air like shattered glass. Forgive me, brothers, for missing the mark, For turning the light into something dark. I should’ve annulled, just swallowed my pride, Not let that wild beast drag me outside. Creator, You scripted the whole damn play, Every word, every clash, every slip of the day. Yet still I let this ego that I deeply despise Blind my heart and poison my eyes. I didn’t mean harm; I just wanted what’s true, But truth without love turns holy into blue. So here’s my heart naked—broken but real— Asking forgiveness for the pain I made you feel. If I could, I’d tear out the ego by hand, Burn...

HOW TO STOP THE EGO FROM REACTING We ask how to stop the ego from its ride, That beast that bursts from deep inside. It grabs our nerves before we decide, Turning every whisper into raging tide. It fires emotions that make it fly, It storms the heart before we question “why?” It bites our thoughts before we can try To stand in faith and not reply. So how do we freeze that serpent’s stride, And cut its claws before they’re wide? We do the one thing Rabash implied— We silently pray for the Creator to guide. For the ego reacts from a place not true, A phantom shadow pretending it’s you. But the moment you pause, the moment you review, A crack opens up—and the Light can break through. We don’t fight the ego; we let it be. We rise above reason, we choose to see That every eruption is a chance to plea: “Creator, annul me—connect me to Thee.” And in that stillness the storm subsides, The waves calm down, the fury hides. Not by our power—the heart confides— But by a prayer that quietly rides. ...