Psalms In The Heart

  The Soul Knows Before the Mind We open the book and the words feel dry, Ten Sefirot speaking way up in the sky. My mind starts barking, “You don’t belong,” “You don’t get a thing—move along.” But the work never asked for clever or smart, It asked for a grip with a trembling heart. Not grasping the map, not seeing the road, Just standing still where the Light is bestowed. The ego screams loud, “You’re wasting your time,” “These worlds make no sense, these lines don’t rhyme.” But the soul stays quiet, steady, and sure, Drinking what reason could never secure. Fear says, “If you don’t get it, you’re lost,” Faith says, “Sit still—this growth has a cost.” Not coins, not pride, not intellectual gain, But the burning surrender of not having a name. Each word hits places I cannot define, Not entering thought, but carving the spine. Something is moving, aligning inside, While reason stands helpless, stripped of its pride. The system is faithful, exact, and alive, It feeds what the ...

  “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...

   “The Heart That Lies” Don’t trust the heart that sweetly cries, It dresses up the truth in lies. It swears it feels what must be right, But sells you darkness dressed as light. The ego whispers, calm and wise, “I know the way—just close your eyes.” It points to feelings, warm and deep, Then robs the work while you still sleep. A burning chest, a trembling tear, Is not a sign the truth is near. The liar lives in holy tone, Convincing you you’re not alone. The heart was built to want, not see, It bends the law to serve the “me.” Without a screen, without a guide, It takes the reins and calls it pride. The friends are where the truth is weighed, Not in the storms the ego made. Above the heart, above its cry, Faith walks where feelings fear to try. I don’t erase the heart’s desire, I bind it to a higher fire. Not what I feel decides my way, But what we build from day to day. So let the lying heart complain, Let ego scream and pull the chain. I ride with faith, not inner...