Psalms In The Heart

For Those Who Are Searching I searched for truth without a name, Just knowing something felt the same. The world explained, but never knew The questions burning straight through. I read the signs, I watched the stars, Heard whispered truths from tarot cards. I chased the hidden, chased the deep, Through things awake and things asleep. I healed with hands, I breathed in forms, Learned how to stand inside the storms. I fought, I flowed, I learned control, Still felt a hunger in my soul. Each path gave light, each path gave taste, But something vital went to waste. Because the center stayed as me , The will to take, not truly see. I didn’t know what I was missing, Just felt the ache that kept insisting. I wasn’t lost — I just was blind To what was asking from behind. Truth wasn’t hidden in the sky, Nor found by asking “who am I?” It waited where I wouldn’t look — Where I must give, not merely took. I didn’t find it by demand, It came when I let go my hand. When “why” grew tired of being f...

What Does It Take Once upon a time, without reason or rhyme, people would sit and discuss, no arguments, no fuss. But then something changed, like the world rearranged, opinions turned into knives, everyone fighting for their lives. Now instead of conversation, there’s outright hate—no illumination, every word a loaded gun, no one listening to anyone. So what does it take to come back to that place, where sharing a vision or view isn’t a crime for walking through? I don’t understand why it’s this way, maybe we forgot how to pray— forgot that truth is not a win, it’s what lets the light back in.

“Give It Away” I remember You before I had a name Before this dust, before this shame A whisper carved inside my chest A love I knew, then lost, then left You filled me whole, no crack, no seam No “I” or “You,” just One unseen Then something shattered deep inside And I woke up alone… alive This world—an abyss, cold and wide Where memory burns but won’t subside I walk with sparks I cannot claim Reshimot screaming Your old name I reach for You in every face But find the lack, not Your embrace The more I take, the more I break The more I beg, the less I make I curse the fall, I curse the day I curse this heart that won’t obey Yet even rage is stitched with pain Because loss proves love once reigned You hid Yourself so I could see What love costs when it’s not free You broke me not to watch me crawl But so I’d learn to love through all Now hear me from this shattered place I don’t ask back what time erased I don’t demand You fill my cup I’ve learned—love rises when I give it up So I take t...

“Satisfied With What You Gave” I wanted peace, I wanted ease I wanted pain to finally freeze But every prayer I thought was clean Was hiding deals I’d never seen I said “Unite us, nothing more” But still I knocked on ego’s door It hates to ache, it hates to stay It twists the truth to run away Hindi (quiet, aching): Jo mila hai, wahi kaafi hai (What I’ve been given is enough) Turkish (firm, grounded): Verdiğin hâl yeter bana (The state You gave is enough for me) The will to receive don’t want to die It just don’t want to suffer, cry It dresses need in holy clothes And calls escape “the path I chose” Florida whispered in my ear “Go there, you’ll breathe, the pain will clear” But underneath that sacred plea Was fear pretending faith in me Hindi (confession): Dard se bhaagna bhakti nahi (Running from pain is not devotion) Turkish (exposure): Acıdan kaçmak, ihsan değil (Escaping pain is not bestowal) So here I stand with empty hands No bargains left, no backup plans If this is lack, then l...