“Highway with No Exits (Hibur)”

 

“Highway with No Exits (Hibur)”

The road has no more exits, no place left to turn,

Every sign just says “Continue” while the engines burn.

The engine of ego is overheating fast,

Red lines on the dashboard screaming from the past.

The world kli is cracking right down the seam,

Not in the headlines, but inside the dream.

Systems collapsing we thought were strong,

Now even our pleasures don’t last too long.

We’re all in the same car, shoulder to shoulder,

Different accents, same weight getting colder.

Different stories, different names,

But the same old hunger driving the flames.

Some want to jump out, some want control,

Some blame the road, some blame the soul.

Some say it’s politics, some say it’s fate,

Some say it’s God, some say it’s too late.

But there are no more exits, no place to hide,

No hero to vote for, no pill for the ride.

No invention left that can save the day,

From how we learned to treat each other this way.

The breakdown is coming, not metal, not steel,

It’s a breakdown of meaning, of what we call real.

Not a flat tire, not a blown-out part,

It’s the emptiness growing inside the heart.

We open the trunk, searching for tools,

We find technology, data, and rules.

We find medicine, weapons, and schemes,

We find distractions and digital dreams.

But none of them fit what’s broken inside,

None of them answer the ache we hide.

Because the problem ain’t out on the road,

It’s the way we sit with the weight of this load.

Then at the bottom, under dust and rust,

Under every solution that failed our trust,

We find one tool we forgot how to use,

Not to fix the world — but to change how we choose.

Connection between broken hearts,

Not agreement, not playing smart.

Not tolerance, not smiling through pain,

But learning to feel the other’s chain.

Not love as a feeling, not love as a word,

But love as an action that’s quietly heard.

To place their lack before my gain,

To build a space where the Light can remain.

We don’t fix the engine, we change the driver,

We don’t escape, we dive in like a pearl diver,

We don’t get off, we don’t outrun,

We learn how to hold each other as one.

And when the ego runs out of fuel at last,

And the heart runs out of reasons from the past,

We discover the truth we refused to see:

The crash was the door to unity.

The breakdown was the invitation call,

The crisis was mercy dressed as a fall.

The highway had no exits, no end in sight,

Because it was never about escape — only Light.

Not to flee the world, not to be saved,

But to build the Creator in the space we made.

No more exits, no other art,

Only Hibur — between broken hearts.

“Only Because of You”

 

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 “Only Because of You”

I came to the work for the light and the feel,

Wanted heaven to prove this whole thing was real.

I prayed for some fire, some peace, some relief,

But I was just feeding my spiritual thief.

Then I learned You enjoy when I show up each day,

So I showed up for You — and for what You would pay.

I felt You were happy, You shined back at me,

But I still loved the echo more than the decree.

Then You took the sweetness right out of the song,

No taste in the prayer, no right, no wrong.

Still I kept dancing, no reason to stay,

Only because You wanted it that way.

Lost the reward and the feeling of near,

Lost even the smile that said “You are here.”

No warmth in the heart, no spark in the head,

Just a quiet yes where the ego was dead.

Now I don’t ask if I’m rising or falling,

If You feel close or I feel You’re stalling.

One simple motion, one simple rule,

If it gives You contentment — I’m in, I’m a fool.

You took the sweetness right out of the song,

No taste in the prayer, no right, no wrong.

Still I kept dancing, no reason to stay,

Only because You wanted it that way.

First I worked for what I could see,

Then I worked for what You’d give me,

Then I worked ‘cause You’re great and true,

Now I work — not for me — just You.

No more deals, no spiritual trade,

No more lights, no emotional grade.

Just one desire, stripped and true,

I show up, Creator — only because of You.

The Worsse We Feel (The Closer We Get)

 

The Worse We Feel (The Closer We Get)

We wake each day to do what’s right,

to walk together toward the Light,

we give, we try, we bless, we pray,

yet feel more distant every day.

We say, “How strange, we should be near,

with all these acts, with all this fear,

the Torah’s here, the spice was given,

so why’s the heart still so un-livened?”

But Baal HaSulam whispers low,

“You’re not going back, you’re learning know,

the evil wasn’t seen before,

now it’s revealed — that’s opening the door.”

First comes the truth, the crack, the pain,

the hidden will that wants to reign,

the deeper ego shows its face,

not to defeat — but to be placed.

We don’t grow worse, we grow more clear,

the dirt was always there, my dear,

the Light just shines a stronger beam,

to show us what we couldn’t see.

The sickness had to be exposed,

before the healing could be imposed,

the wound must surface, burn, and cry,

before the soul can really rise.

So when the heart feels far from home,

and every flaw is overblown,

we thank the Light for what it shows,

because revelation comes before bestowal flows.

Not falling down — we’re being taught,

not losing ground — we’re being brought,

from hidden lies to open sight,

from unseen evil into Light.

The worse it feels, the closer we stand,

to fixing the heart with a higher hand,

first see the evil, naked and true,

then comes the כוח — the כוח to renew.

The Whole Weight

 The Whole Weight

We saw a crack and thought, “That’s the fight,”

Just a little patch, we’ll seal it tight.

We grabbed our tools and went to work,

But found another hole — the same old jerk.

We fixed one wall, another fell,

Thought we escaped but rang the bell.

Twenty more inches, then twenty again,

We’re fixing the roof while drowning in rain.

We thought we carried one small load,

Just one kilo on the road.

So we bent our backs and pushed it through,

Then found another one — times two.

We cleaned one corner of the heart,

Called it truth, called it a start.

But every light that tried to shine

Showed ten more shadows in the mind.

We’re not correcting, we’re just busy,

Running in circles, drunk and dizzy.

Patching symptoms, not the core,

Sweeping dust behind the door.

But when the full weight comes to view,

And we see what the will can really do,

Not one crack, not one flaw,

But the whole damn house at war—

That’s the moment prayer is born,

Not from pride but from being torn.

Not “fix this piece” or “heal that part,”

But “Take the whole of this broken heart.”

No more lies, no measured sin,

No more “we’re almost there” again.

When the lack is finally complete,

That’s where correction finds its feet.

We don’t need strength, we don’t need tricks,

We need to see what truly needs the fix.

When the full deficiency stands in the light,

Then the Light itself makes it right.