According to the Sorrow (So Is The Laugh)

“According to the Sorrow (So Is the Laugh)”

We showed up holy, hearts full of flame,

Said “Love thy neighbor” — meant “love the same.”

But halfway through the spiritual ride,

The ego stole the keys and went for a joyride.

We opened the books, Zohar on the dash,

But the will to receive said, “Let’s make it a cash.”

We wanted Dvekut, straight to the sky,

But the body said, “First let’s get coffee and pie.”

We joined the Ten, said “We annul today,”

Then argued for twenty on who gets their way.

We sang about bestowal, mercy, and light,

Then secretly counted who shined more in the night.

The spies came whispering, smooth as can be,

“Why work for nothing? Look at me — I’m free.”

“Before you were happy, fat, and well fed,

Now you’re chasing some Light you’ve never once seen instead.”

We said “No reward, we serve just for love,”

Then checked the scoreboard with the angels above.

“Are we closer yet? Did the Creator respond?”

While refreshing the app called Ego.com.

The sorrow got thicker, the prayers got loud,

We cried in the desert, spiritual and proud.

“We can’t love! We can’t give! We’re broken inside!”

And Heaven replied, “Good. Now the Kli’s qualified.”

So now we laugh while the heart breaks in two,

Because this pain is the only thing true.

No sorrow, no vessel. No vessel, no light.

No ego exposed, no spiritual fight.

So we toast to the dryness, the falls, and the mess,

To the Ten, to the wars, to the holy distress.

Because the reward isn’t comfort or bliss —

It’s finally wanting to love more than this.