Psalms In The Heart

  Title: “I Trust the System” I don’t feel love, I feel the grind A thousand doubts assault the mind Yet something deeper holds the reins A silent truth that still remains Not hope, not mood, not lifted heart But knowing where the laws all start Baal HaSulam drew the design Cause and effect, precise, aligned The Light reforms, the vessel lacks The Ten reveals the inner cracks I don’t invent, I don’t pretend I trust the road the sages penned Rabash said walk where you don’t feel Where every urge says this ain’t real But stay because the system’s true Not because it feels good to you This isn’t faith that floats on air It’s weight that keeps me standing there A frequency beneath the thought That whispers truth when nothing’s taught I don’t feel bestowal in my chest I feel resistance put to test But deeper still, below the pain I know this work is not in vain So prayer is born not from despair But trust the Light is always there The lack is real, the law is fixed Correction co...

  We Are Not Here to Comfort You We are not here to warm your heart, Or play the role of some soft start. We are not mirrors for your pain, Nor proof your inner work’s “insane.” We will not shine when you arrive, Or stroke the spark that wants to thrive. We won’t reward your tears or fire, Or bow to depth, or gift, or wire. We are the place your heart resists, Where nothing moves and nothing lifts. Where all are equal, stripped and plain, And staying costs more than the gain. Here no one’s special, wide, or deep, Here only promises we keep. Not with emotion, not with sound, But with our feet stuck to the ground. If you remain when warmth is gone, When every reason says move on, Then without knowing how or when, Your heart belongs — not you — but Ten. And when the Light at last appears, It won’t feel earned, or owed, or clear. It will arrive because we stayed, While self was silent… and love was made.

  The Heart That Won’t Open (For the Sake of Connection) The heart won’t open when warmth is near, It opens where there’s nothing to feel but fear. Not fear of pain, or loss, or shame, But losing the right to remain the same. It beats just fine for a song or a scene, For heroes redeemed and what might have been. Tears flow easy when stories resolve, When good beats bad and the plot evolves. But place that heart among equal men, No spotlight, no crown, no “better than,” And suddenly silence fills the chest, No fire, no tears, no sweetness left. Because here no one claps, no ending is shown, No one is special, no one alone. Here love is demanded without reward, Here warmth is built, not felt or adored. The heart resists not hatred or strife, But surrendering authorship over its life. It trembles where no emotion appears, Where choice replaces joy, and faith replaces tears. So it locks itself tight, not out of spite, But to guard the self from dissolving outright. For love of fr...