Your Desire Becomes Mine

YOUR DESIRE BECOMES MINE

I looked at you and saw a friend,

But never knew where you begin,

I carried mine, you carried thine,

Until your desire became mine.

What troubles you, what makes you ache,

What burden can I help you take?

Can I use this heart of mine,

To carry yours along with mine?

But there I find a wall inside,

The Will to Receive that wants to hide,

It asks me, “What is there for me?”

And builds a wall where love should be.

I push against it, try once more,

But cannot open up the door,

And through my failure I finally see,

The strength I need won't come from me.

So from the heart a prayer will rise,

No empty words, no compromise,

“Creator, help me cross this line,

Let his desire become as mine.”

For every friend contains a part,

Of that one broken, shattered heart,

And piece by piece we reunite,

Until one Kli can hold the Light.

So let me hear what friends reveal,

Not only listen—but learn to feel,

For when your need becomes as mine,

Our hearts can turn toward the Divine. 

“The Ladder He Left Behind.”

 Baal HaSulam lived a difficult life

Filled with trouble, pain and strife

Yet through it all he found a way

To bring the wisdom to our day

He saw a world consumed by hate

And knew mankind could not just wait

He knew the answer had to be

For man to rise above the me

To join together heart to heart

For this is where the work must start

He showed us how to organize

How through the friends a man can rise

How ten can gather and become

As if the many were but one

He worked and wrote both day and night

To open for us the path to Light

Not for riches, not for fame

Not so the world would know his name

But for the souls who someday might

Need his words to find the Light

His troubles came, his hardships grew

Still he continued what he knew

For somewhere deep within his heart

He knew his writings were a start

A road for those who came behind

A way for mankind to finally find

That all the hatred we must rise above

And build between us only love

Baal HaSulam has gone away

Yet still his words are here today

And every time the Ten becomes one

The work he started carries on

Whatever Happened to Love

 

Whatever happened to love
We only see hatred and self-love
We forgot that showing hate, killing and greed
Weakens a nation and causes it to bleed

Whatever happened to brother helping brother
When did we stop caring for one another
When did another man's pain become not our concern
How much must we lose before we finally learn

We point our fingers and choose a side
While hatred slowly eats us from inside
We fight over who is wrong and who is right
While forgetting we are all standing in the same Light

A nation is not made strong by hate
Nor by deciding another man's fate
It grows strong when its people understand
That we rise together, hand in hand

For what good is wealth if our hearts become cold
What good is power when our brothers are sold
What good is winning if humanity must pay
And another piece of love disappears every day

We were never meant to live this way
Fighting each other day after day
We were given each other so we might see
That your life is connected to me

Perhaps that is what we have forgotten
Beneath everything spoiled and rotten
That the Creator gave us one another
Not as strangers, not as enemies—but as brothers

So before we speak another word of hate
Before another wound becomes too great
Maybe it is time we finally rise above

And remember...

Whatever happened to
LOVE

— William S. Becker

In Times of Despair

 In Times of Despair

In times of despair,

One must always be aware

Of the enemy that wants him removed,

From the path where love is proved.

It whispers, “Leave, you don’t belong,”

It makes the friends seem weak and wrong.

It takes one thought and makes it grow,

Until we’ve forgotten all we know.

But despair is not a place to flee,

It is where the work is shown to me.

For when I have no strength at all,

The Ten becomes the answer to my call.

I cannot rise by strength alone,

Nor build the path upon my own.

I bow my head, my pride I bend,

And place my heart among the friends.

The enemy says, “Separate.”

The Creator says, “Connect.”

And in that choice, again and again,

We find the Creator between the friends.

So when the darkness fills the air,

And nothing seems to answer prayer,

Remember why the darkness came—

To make us call upon His name.

In times of despair,

One must always be aware:

The fall is not the journey’s end—

Hold tighter to the Ten,

and begin again.

There Comes A Time

 There comes a time in every man's life

When he's confronted with suffering and strife.

It's there a man can alter his mode,

And learn how to travel that difficult road.

Life in general gives all one needs,

The answers arrive through our prayers and our pleas.

Each trial's a teacher in rough disguise,

Polishing truth before our eyes.

The mountain's steep and the valleys deep,

Some days you laugh, some nights you weep.

But every stumble, every scar,

Reveals a little more of who you are.

You can't outrun the storms you'll face;

They find us all at their own pace.

The wind may bend you to the ground,

Yet deeper roots are always found.

So don't curse every heavy load;

It may be paving your future road.

For every burden you've carried through

Has quietly been rebuilding you.

When darkness whispers, "Turn around,"

Stand your ground on holy ground.

For suffering's not the journey's end—

It's where the soul begins to mend.

Then one day you'll smile at the path you've trod,

And see each step was arranged by God.

The road was never meant to break your soul...

It was only there to make you whole.

We Come Here to Feel Your Grace

We come here to feel Your grace,

Seeking how to pick up the pace.

How to build the screen we need,

To overcome our pride and greed.

Teach us how to stand as one,

Till every heart and soul are one.

Not for glory, not for fame,

But to exalt Your holy Name.

When the darkness clouds our sight,

Help us choose the path of Light.

When our ego starts to reign,

Turn our losses into gain.

Every friend becomes a key,

Opening what we can't yet see.

Every burden, every fall,

Is just another loving call.

Build between us one desire,

Lift our hearts a little higher.

Let our prayer become one voice,

Teaching every soul to rejoice.

May we never walk alone,

Every heart becomes Your throne.

Hand in hand we'll always stay,

Till night gives birth to endless day.

Chorus

We come here to feel Your grace,

Running now at Heaven's pace.

Building up the screen we need,

Free from foolish pride and greed.

Heart to heart and friend to friend,

Love's the journey, not the end.

With one prayer our voices raise,

Living in Your boundless grace.

Open Every Heart Tonight

 

We open our hearts before every lesson,

So the Light can reprogram without concessions.

We don't come for answers, we don't come for fame,

We come to be changed by the One without name.

Reason says, "Nothing," but faith says, "Begin,"

The battle is waiting somewhere deep within.

Friend beside friend, we rise to the call,

One prayer together can carry us all.

Open every heart tonight,

Shine Your holy, changing Light.

Faith above what eyes can see,

Make one heart from you and me.

The books are a doorway, the friends are the key,

The Light does the work that awakens in me.

It shows me the places where pride likes to hide,

Then teaches surrender instead of my pride.

I came here believing that I had to know,

Now I only ask where You want me to go.

One step above reason, one prayer set free,

The path to tomorrow begins in the ten with me.

Open every heart tonight,

Shine Your holy, changing Light.

Faith above what eyes can see,

Make one heart from you and me.

Break every wall that keeps us apart,

Write Your desire on every heart.

Not what we know, but what we become,

Many small voices... forever made one.

Open every heart tonight,

Shine Your holy, changing Light.

Faith above what eyes can see,

Make one heart from you and me.

One desire... one prayer... one flame,

Every lesson we're changed again!

One Heart Under Many Skies

Today the sky is dressed in light,

With colors dancing through the night.

Fireworks bloom and rivers shine,

Yet greater sparks are yours and mine.

From Texas roads to distant shores,

Through open hearts and study doors,

We've gathered from so many lands,

Connected by unseen hands.

Some speak English, some speak Hebrew,

Some speak Russian, old or new,

Yet when our hearts begin to meet,

A common song becomes complete.

We laugh, we stumble, rise again,

Supported by the strength of friends.

Through every state, both dark and bright,

We help each other seek the Light.

So on this Fourth of July we say,

May love and connection lead the way.

May every ten grow strong and true,

And may the force between us renew.

No firework burns as long or bright

As hearts united in one light.

To all my brothers and sisters dear,

Happy Fourth of July this year.

May our connection grow each day,

And guide us on the common way.

One heart, one prayer, one shared desire,

Together we rise ever higher.

THE ROPE ACROSS THE FIELD

I entered the field at morning light,

Certain the path was clear and bright.

The sun was warm, the air was still,

And confidence walked beside my will.

But fields are strange and fields are wide,

And soon the beasts came from inside.

Doubt began to stalk the ground,

While fear and anger gathered round.

The feelings changed from hour to hour,

Like shifting wind and passing showers.

One moment strong, the next unsure,

One moment rich, the next quite poor.

I searched for peace, I searched for rest,

But found the work was in the test.

For good states come and bad states go,

Like rivers that forever flow.

Then I remembered what was done

Before the darkness had begun.

A covenant written heart to heart,

A promise made before the start.

When sight grows dim and strength is small,

The rope remains through it all.

Tied to the friends, tied to the way,

Tied to the purpose of the day.

The field grows wild, the weeds grow high,

The beasts still roar, the crows still cry.

Yet something stronger holds me still,

A bond beyond my changing will.

The ten remembers when I forget.

The friends remind me not to quit.

And when the dust hides all I see,

Their strength preserves the path for me.

So let the field reveal its face,

Its every beast, its every place.

For I have learned what makes me whole:

Not fleeing from the field—

But holding to the rope.

THE WILD FIELD

I walked into the field this morning,

Thought I'd find a rose or two.

Instead I found ten angry donkeys,

And one of them looked just like me.

A fox was selling shortcuts,

A crow was shouting, "You have arrived!"

A snake said, "Skip the morning meeting,"

And somehow that sounded wise.

The weeds were taller than my faith,

The mud was deeper than my prayer.

Every step I tried to take

Found another hole waiting there.

Then pride rode by on a shiny horse,

Wearing a crown ten feet high.

He said, "You don't need the friends today."

Five minutes later he was gone.

Doubt was hiding in the bushes,

Fear was sleeping in the shade.

Jealousy was counting everyone else's blessings,

While I was counting my mistakes.

By noon I wanted to quit the field.

By supper I wanted to burn it down.

By evening I finally remembered—

The Owner was walking around.

Then suddenly it all made sense.

The beasts were never there to stay.

Each one came to show a weakness

That needed work that day.

So now when wolves start howling

And wild thoughts begin to run,

I tip my hat and say, "Good morning,

Looks like today's work has begun."

The field is rough.

The field is wild.

The field can make a grown man cry.

But every thorn,

And every beast,

Is one more reason to aim on high.

And when the day is finally over,

And all my plans have come undone,

I laugh and tell the friends,

"Well boys...

The field won again."

Then we pray,

Get up,

And start tomorrow's work.

The Joy in the Lesson

 

I came to the lesson hungry and worn,

Carrying burdens since the morning was born.

Then a few simple words touched deep in my chest,

And suddenly my heart would not let me rest.

The friends sat together, each seeking the same,

Not honor, not knowledge, not fortune or fame.

Just one tiny opening, one crack in the wall,

To hear the Creator's voice quietly call.

I asked, "Is it wrong that I love this so much?

The warmth of the lesson, the friends and their touch?"

The answer came softly, "The joy is not wrong—

Just learn where it leads and help others along."

For sometimes the lesson feels empty and dry,

The words lose their flavor, the spirit won't fly.

Then lift up a prayer and honestly say,

"Creator, why hide all the sweetness today?"

And if one friend sits there with no joy to find,

Then all of us carry his burden in mind.

For no one walks lonely, no soul stands apart,

We pray for his light with one unified heart.

The lesson brings one kind of pleasure and grace,

Dissemination another—a different embrace.

One fills up the vessel, one pours it abroad,

Both leading a person a little closer to God.

So drink from the lesson like bread at a meal,

Let every good moment become something real.

Then carry that joy to the friends on the way,

And watch how it grows with each passing day.

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The Donkey I Thought I Saw

I looked at a friend one morning,

And a donkey was all I could see.

His stubborn ways,

His rough edges,

Everything that bothered me.

I carried those thoughts through the day,

Like stones inside a sack.

Each step grew heavier,

Each prayer grew weaker,

And the light would not come back.

Then a whisper rose within me:

"Why are you counting flaws?

Did you come to judge My children,

Or to draw yourself toward the Cause?"

So I looked again at the friend.

This time I searched for his aim.

Past all the noise,

Past all the habits,

And found a spark of flame.

I saw him fighting for connection.

I saw him rise after every fall.

I saw his heart reaching upward,

Though I had never seen it at all.

Then something changed between us.

The distance began to depart.

The faults that seemed so massive

Could no longer fill my heart.

For the Creator hides in the connection,

Not in what separates me and you.

And when I prayed for my friend to find Him,

I found that He was there too.

Now when I see a friend's donkey,

I leave it standing by the road.

And look instead toward his yearning,

Toward the place where he carries the load.

For greatness builds the vessel.

Deficiency tears it apart.

And the Creator is revealed

Where friends make room in the heart.

The Heart Pleads

The heart aches, the body shakes

Foreign thoughts fill my head

The air is hot, blowing a lot

Trying to hear what the Creator said

The heart pleads, dropping to my knees

As the ego won't let me rest

The eyes strain, thoughts constrained

As I reach for my vest

I step outside beneath the sky

Searching where the answers hide

The world keeps moving all around

While storms are raging deep inside

Every road I've walked before

Leads me to the very same place

A man can't win this fight alone

Without a higher strength and grace

Chorus

When my heart can no longer stand

And my feet sink deep in the sand

I whisper softly through the night

"Creator, help me hold the Light"

When the will to receive takes control

And darkness settles on my soul

I raise my eyes and do my part

As You rebuild my shattered heart

The wind still blows, the desert knows

How many tears have touched the ground

Yet every fall becomes a call

Where hidden mercy can be found

So I'll keep walking, keep on knocking

Though the road is rough and long

For every prayer born from despair

Returns one day as strength and song.

The Creator Gathered Us Again

We lifted a prayer without a sound,

For friends whose faces were not around.

Not asking for comfort, not asking for gain,

Only that our hearts be joined again.

Days passed quietly, one by one,

Never knowing what the Creator had done.

Yet deep within His hidden plan,

He guided each step of every man.

Then suddenly joy filled the room,

Replacing distance, removing gloom.

Jean returned with an open heart,

And Oscar came to take his part.

No one can measure the gift we received,

Or the prayer that the Creator conceived.

For what seemed lost was never gone,

It simply waited to be drawn.

Now the ten feels warmer, stronger, whole,

As gratitude rises from every soul.

Not for numbers, not for pride,

But for the love the Creator placed inside.

So today our hearts together sing,

To the One who arranges everything.

With thanks beyond what words can say,

For gathering His friends this day.

The vessel grows, the bond runs deep,

Through every promise we strive to keep.

And with grateful hearts we clearly see,

The friends returned through His mercy.

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Faith on the Road

A farmer plants a seed in spring,

Though no green leaf is there.

He waters earth he cannot trust,

Yet tends it with his care.

A sailor leaves the harbor shore,

Though storms may fill the sea.

He follows stars he cannot hold,

Believing what will be.

A father works from dawn till dusk,

His hands are worn and sore.

He cannot see tomorrow's bread,

Yet knocks on duty's door.

So walks the soul upon the path,

When darkness fills the eyes.

Not knowing where the next step lands,

Yet turning toward the skies.

And righteousness is not a crown,

Nor something one can claim.

It is the heart that justifies

The One behind the game.

To say, "Whatever comes today,

I still will hold the line.

Your wisdom sees what I cannot,

Your purpose is divine."

Then peace arrives without a sound,

Like evening after rain.

Not because every problem's gone,

Or life is free from pain.

But because the heart has learned at last

What all the sages knew:

The hand that asks, the faith that grows,

And the help received are two

Appearances of One great Love

That guides us all the way.

And every step in simple faith

Is righteousness today.

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When I Think of the Creator

When I Think of the Creator

When I think of the Creator, He won't let me sleep

Through it all, Torah and Mitzvot I keep

Never forgetting where I belong

My heart keeps singing the same old song

The world grows quiet, the night grows deep

Yet thoughts of connection I gladly keep

For somewhere beyond what these eyes can see

A path of love is calling me

The ego whispers, "Rest awhile"

But the point in the heart won't reconcile

It longs to rise, it longs to start

To join the friends with one common heart

Each friend a candle, each prayer a flame

Though we are many, the goal's the same

To build a vessel strong and true

Where love of others can break through

So if I wander or lose my way

The Ten reminds me where I must stay

And every longing, every tear

Becomes a call for the Creator to hear

For when I think of the Creator above

I feel His answer through the friends' love

And sleepless nights no longer seem wrong

For that's exactly where I belong.

The Flow Chart

 

The Flow Chart

I spent my life with grease-stained hands,

Following lines no man commands.

A truck rolls in, the engine dies,

The answer's never in the cries.

Check the fuel and check the spark,

Follow the path through light and dark.

A dead battery won't start a ride,

No matter how much pride's inside.

A broken wire, a cracked fuel line,

Each fault revealed one step at a time.

Then Rav would speak, and I would see,

The same damn chart inside of me.

Friend rejects friend, the ego roars,

So check the heart before the doors.

Can't find love? Then check your pride.

Can't see truth? The self's inside.

If connection fails, don't blame the ten,

Go back and trace the chart again.

Annul. Include. Enliven. Pray.

The pathway's always been that way.

The mechanic and the sage agree:

Every repair starts honestly.

And when the vessel's torn apart,

The Creator works... through every part.

THE ROSH DECIDES

 

I came with fish clenched hard in hand,

Certain my hunger should command.

He wanted dogs, another route—

And ego rose with sacred doubt.

I thought the war was food or place,

Not Pharaoh screaming for first place.

I called it “truth,” “concern,” “what’s best”—

But self sat grinning in my chest.

The Ten said move. I wanted still.

The Rosh spoke clear. I fought his will.

Not with fists—much worse than that—

A silent “yes”… while pride fought back.

For brutal is the path of few:

Not proving that my choice is true,

But crucifying inner throne

To build one heart above my own.

What is fish? What are hot dogs? Dust.

What is “my way”? A serpent’s lust.

The meal’s not holy—the work is where

I kill the tyrant hiding there.

Before the choice, I speak my part.

I bring my thought, my mind, my heart.

But once the head has drawn the line—

His path, for us, must now be mine.

Because a body torn by pride

Leaves Light outside with self inside.

A thousand “rights” can break the chain,

While one annulled can summon rain.

So cast the lots. Draw out my fate.

Send me where I did not wait.

And let me bless what ego hates—

For there the gate of Heaven waits.

The Rosh decides. My war begins.

Not out there—no. The war within.

Will I divide… or bend and build?

Will self stay crowned… or self be killed?

For every vote and every meal,

Reveals if what we preach is real.

The Ten is forged when wills collide—

And love remains… though self has died.

So break me, friends. Don’t spare my cry.

Strip “me” until “we” learns to fly.

For only those who choose the whole

Can turn a shattered group… to soul.

The Gift They Spit On

THE GIFT THEY SPIT ON

I came with fire cupped in broken hands,

Not gold, not pride—just what love demands.

A verse, a song, a cry for us,

To lift dead hearts from dust to trust.

But some men laughed before they heard,

Killed the gift before the word.

Called it trash, then shut the gate,

As if contempt could conquer fate.

“Don’t bring your shit,” the body cried,

While Rav’s own words they cast aside.

“We don’t care what Rav has said”—

So ego crowned the living dead.

And still I came.

Still took my seat.

Still dragged my shattered soul to meet.

Not for honor. Not for praise.

But because love must walk through hate.

I watched the numbers slowly rise,

From two cold hearts to seven eyes.

So maybe every stone they threw

Was building something strong and true.

Still—it cuts.

Like teeth in bone.

To give your heart and stand alone.

To bring a gift from love’s own thread,

And have your brothers wish it dead.

But here’s the brutal truth I’ve learned:

The friend who’s crushed is where faith burns.

For if I stay when all reject,

Then love is real—not self-respect.

So let them mock.

Let some despise.

Let ego spit its ancient lies.

I did not come for their applause—

I came because the path is law.

And if the Ten is torn by pride,

Then I will stand where truth survives.

Not perfect. Not untouched. Not free.

But love of friends still lives in me.

Because the hardest gate above

Is loving those who kill your love.

And maybe this unbearable pain…

Is where the Ten is born again.

PEACE IN THE WORLD — HASTEN OR BLEED

 We praise the Light, then crawl like dust,

Begging the fire while serving lust.

The Creator’s great—but not by word,

By what breaks inside when truth is heard.

Two roads were carved before man’s feet:

Hasten the soul—or suffer defeat.

Achishena burns through chosen flame,

Be’ito drags through sorrow and shame.

The whip still strikes the one who waits,

Time don’t knock—it devastates.

Pain’s the teacher when pride won’t bend,

Till shattered bones cry out for Ten.

Society ain’t some social chair,

It’s the forge that proves your prayer.

What you breathe into hearts nearby,

Returns as wings—or leaves you dry.

If I bring fire, they hand me sun.

If I bring self, I come undone.

A man alone feeds death its due,

But Ten makes old creation new.

The world finds peace when each one knows:

The Creator’s greatness is what grows.

Not through fear, nor empty cry—

But lifting friends until self dies.

So damn my laziness, scorch my pride,

Don’t let “in time” become my ride.

I choose the path where brothers strain—

To hasten love before forced pain.

CHORUS

Hasten me now—before the rod

Teach my bones the fear of God

Make me fuel for hearts of men

For peace begins inside the Ten