Psalms In The Heart

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...

613 Ways to Learn How to Love I thought the rules were written in stone, Some ancient code I’d never own. Six hundred thirteen lines to keep, So God would smile and I’d get sleep. But then I learned the truth inside, The laws were carved into my pride. Not in the hands, not in the eyes, But in the heart where ego lies. Every want that says “it’s me” , Every fear of not being free, Every need to win, to shine, To make the world and God be mine. That’s one desire, that’s one wall, That’s one place where I still fall. Not a sin, not some mistake, Just one more form my love can take. The work’s not changing what I feel, Not killing hunger, lust, or zeal. It’s learning how to aim the fire, So giving rides inside desire. I don’t fix it, I don’t pretend, I bring it to the space of friends. And in that gap, so small, so true, I ask for love I cannot do. And something comes, I can’t explain, A softer will inside the pain. The same old want, but dressed in light, Now wants to give instead...