Born From the Crack
We studied the words, we nodded our head
We thought we were living, but mostly we read
Pages turned clean, yet nothing had changed
Till the Light came quiet and rearranged
The ego stood tall, said “I got this just fine”
Built castles of logic, reason, and time
Then something inside me started to bend
Not wisdom, not answers—just no way to pretend
A crack in the armor, a tremble in will
I wanted connection but couldn’t be still
The heart felt exposed, stripped naked and raw
No speeches, no prayers, no clever Torah
I saw my own distance, my love made of trade
How often I gave just to feel I was paid
The friends looked the same, but I wasn’t the same
Something new stood silent, calling my name
It hurt like a loss, like ground giving way
Like yesterday’s truths couldn’t help me today
But deep in the breaking, a whisper was born
Not from my strength—but where I was torn
This wasn’t a thought I could store on a shelf
It came when I stopped trying to save myself
A need for the Ten, not poetic, not sweet
A hunger no ego could package or beat
And that’s how it happens, no fireworks loud
No badge of honor, no spiritual crown
Just a new little vessel, fragile and real
Born where I failed—and started to feel
So don’t fear the darkness, the stumble, the fall
That’s where the Creator reshapes it all
Every true change leaves reason in lack
An innovation… born from the crack
