The Two Hearts

The Two Hearts

The desires of the heart

Just never stop or part,

They keep knocking on the door,

Always wanting more and more.

But when I work in Torah and Mitzvah,

With intention just to bestow,

Not only in what I know,

But also in what I feel below.

Then slowly I begin to see,

What’s real in me, what isn’t me,

And even in that simple act,

I meet resistance, sharp and black.

Because the ego won’t let go,

It claims all rights to all I know,

It says, “This life, this heart is mine,

Your thoughts, your will, your time.”

But there’s a point I cannot steal,

A silent spark I start to feel,

A different voice, a different art,

A second heart inside the heart.

One heart wants only to receive,

To take, to own, to grip, to believe,

The other wants to give away,

To love, to serve, to light the way.

So now I live between these two,

The old “for me,” the new “for You,”

And every moment is the start,

Of choosing which one rules the heart.

Not by my strength, not by my might,

But by the Light that shows what’s right,

Between the ego’s clever lies,

And the point in the heart that never dies.