Psalms In The Heart

 When The Work Begins A person turns the heart to unity Not for reward, but for annulled purity Before the aim can settle in place The mind erupts, demanding its case Thoughts strike hard, precise, and loud Disguised as logic, sharp and proud Doubt wears reason, fear wears truth Urgency screams, stripping the proof The heart pulls forward, simple and bare The mind pulls sideways, filled with care Each claims to guard the proper way Each swears the other leads astray This split is not a flaw or sin It is where the work must now begin For the will to receive shows its face Only when bestowal takes its place A person learns not to argue inside Not to choose which voice should decide The work is not to silence the fight But to lift both hands toward the Light Then comes a request without demand No proof in mind, no strength in hand Align the heart, align the thought Not for self, for what we sought Let the mind serve what the heart sees Let the heart rise above what is Not to esc...

THESE CANDLES ARE SACRED I light the flame but I don’t touch Hands tied back heart clenched shut These candles burn not for my gain I only look I swallow pain I want reward I want to feel But Hanukkah says Stand still. Kneel. These lights are holy Not mine to use No payment given No borrowed juice I don’t eat Light I don’t get paid I stare at Truth until I fade The Greeks in me start clearing their throat “Does this make sense?” they take a vote They want logic proof and taste They smash my walls call faith a waste They break my towers brick by brick Say “bow to reason” call faith a trick But towers rise where reason dies Above the mind the heart replies Faith above reason is a wall, not a dream It guards the tower where greatness is seen I shrink my mind lower my head That’s where the Light gets clothed instead The higher He gets the lower I fall I see my dirt I see it all The closer He comes the worse I feel I see my ego raw and real I wanted Purim wine and cheer Bo...

There’s a difference, yeah, but it ain’t what it seems, Between those who study and those chasing dreams. Not smarter, not purer, not closer to Heaven, Just handed a role — a position was given. All of us move when the Creator decides, Every thought, every step, every fall, every rise. No one’s outside, no one’s ignored, Each soul is operated by the same unified force. Some are awakened, pulled into the room, Not for reward — but for burden and doom. Chosen like Rosh, not to rule or command, But to pass what flows through a trembling hand. Dissemination ain’t numbers, applause, or proof, It laughs in the face of logical truth. If reason could measure what Light is meant to do, Faith would be useless — and Rav says it’s not true. We speak, we write, we share, we stand, Not knowing who hears or who understands. The ego screams, “Is this even right?” Faith answers softly, “Walk into the night.” No feedback, no praise, no visible gain, Just quiet work through resistance and pain. That’s no...

🔥 POEM — “Same Dust, One Saddle” Boots hit dirt before sunrise breaks, Coffee black, no time for mistakes. Ropes get tight, the gate flies wide, You don’t tame the bull — you learn to ride. Faith ain’t clean, it’s calloused hands, Oil-field prayers and desert land. We fall, we bleed, we climb again, Same fire burns in every man. בוץ על המגפיים, לב חשוף, לא מחפשים נוח — מחפשים אמת לעוף. נופלים וקמים, זה החוק הישן, לב אחד שורד — עם אחד, אדם. Bucking broncos, busted pride, Learn real fast who’s real inside. You don’t win by standing tall, You win when you answer the call. If you’re scared — say it! If you’re broken — stay in! If you fall — get up! If you hear the call — saddle up! Toprak aynı, yol aynı, Kalp atışı — hiç fark saymaz. Texas, Türkiye — tek nefes, Aynı dua, aynı ses. Same dust storms, different skies, Same damn tears in grown men’s eyes. We don’t run when pressure hits, Steel gets strong where it resists. मिट्टी वही, रास्ता वही, दिल की आग सबमें सही। गिरते हैं हम, फिर उठत...

  “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 fl...

Understanding None (One Man, One Heart) We hear the words “understanding none,” The mind goes dark, the heart gets stunned. The Zohar laughs at what I know, And strips me naked, soft and slow. “Not by the mind, not by the brain,” Truth only enters through the pain. What reason builds, the Light must break, For unity is not a thought to take. Showing us how to become one, Not by winning—by being undone. One man, one heart, one soul made clear, Only when self disappears. I swear I’m far, I swear I’m late, But distance is a lie I state. “Near or far is all the same,” When all events come from His Name. The Zohar says, “Look not above,” The ladder starts in friend-to-love. The Creator hides between our cracks, In every slight, in every lack. I curse the friend, then beg for Light, Hate erupts right in the fight. And there He stands—silent, exact, Writing mercy through my act. “Who sees division sees concealment,” Every judgment signs my sentence. The world is shattered by my sight,...

Before the rivers ever dared to run, Malchut stood naked, nowhere to run. Every want screamed, “Fill me now,” But nothing answered — not then, not how. She reached for Light with filthy hands, Took what she could, broke every command. Called it wisdom, called it fate, But every grab only deepened the hate. Pleasure burned quick, then left a scar, Another empty night, another bar. Prayers turned hollow, lips learned lies, Asking for heaven with wolfish eyes. Then came the stop — the brutal freeze, “No more receiving for self,” she decrees. A blade to the heart, a wall to the soul, Restriction hit hard — took total control. No light, no warmth, no holy sound, Just silence thick, crushing, profound. The ego howled, kicked, cursed the night, “Better to die than give up this fight.” That’s when the crying finally broke, Not for reward, not for a smoke. A prayer rose raw, stripped of disguise, “Teach me to give — or let me die.” Only then did the rivers begin, Not rushing in — but flowing wi...

We work and live inside a dream, Nothing here is what it seems. Thoughts walk in and call me “me,” Like I signed them silently. Love shows up with blood on hands, Hate pretends it understands. Joy arrives then slips away, Leaves a bill I still must pay. I wake up tired, go to work, Smile clean, but doubt still lurks. Bills, regrets, old words replayed, Every move already staged. I fight my thoughts like they’re my own, Defend a self I’ve never known. Win a round, then lose the war, Same damn thoughts knock at the door. Then something cracks — not loud, not bright, Just a whisper in the night: “These thoughts aren’t yours — they pass through you, Like weather does, like winds that move.” The pain is real, the tears are true, But even those are given too. The dream don’t break when you see this part — You wake inside it, heart to heart. I don’t escape, I don’t run free, I learn who’s running through me. And in that truth — so stripped, so bare — I find a Hand that’s always there...

“Strong in My Ego, Weak in My Hands” I said I wanted You, but I wanted me more. Said “all for Heaven,” counted receipts on the floor. I talked about love, while stepping on friends, Called it “discernment,” hid knives in the ends. I read all the books, quoted line after line, But my heart stayed closed, said “later,” not “mine.” I wanted bestowal as an upgrade, a perk, A ribbon on ego, not death to my work. Then You broke my legs right under my pride, Let Pharaoh laugh while I swallowed the lie. I pushed. I prayed. I worked till I bled. And somehow I sank even deeper instead. Every good deed reeked of reward, Every prayer had me at the core. Friends looked like mirrors I couldn’t stand, Each one exposing the rot in my hand. That’s when I learned what “weak” really means— Not tired muscles, but shattered routines. Weak is when love is no longer a choice, When without You there is no inner voice. Weak is when life feels colder than death, When Kedusha won’t enter the lungs of your brea...