“I Hear דבקות (Dvekut) Calling”
I hear דבקות calling — not soft, not sweet,
It don’t whisper comfort, it drags my feet.
It don’t ask me nice, it don’t let me hide,
It pounds on my chest saying die while alive.
I fall straight into מלכות, cracked and bare,
No excuses left, no prayer prepared.
Just a hole in the heart where the truth leaks through,
And a scream that says I can’t do this — You do.
Then בינה steps in like a mother with steel,
Cuts off my taking so I finally feel.
Not mercy for ego, not love for the lie,
But the strength to stop grabbing and still not die.
חכמה flashes — too bright, too fast,
A flood with no question, no future, no past.
It don’t explain itself, it don’t slow its flame,
If I try to hold it — it burns up my name.
And כתר don’t argue, don’t bargain, don’t bend,
It just asks one thing — are you with the Ten?
Not your story, not your pain, not your spiritual sound,
But whose will is crowned when no one’s around.
So I strip off the masks, the roles, the plea,
I stop trying to be “low” so they’ll look at me.
I annul without drama, include without fear,
Let the life of the Ten pass straight through here.
And right there — between us — no label, no claim,
Not owned, not taught, not trapped in a name,
דבקות breathes warm like a shared last breath,
Connection louder than life or death.
