Psalms In The Heart

  “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...

   “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 tast...

  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 ...

 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. ...

“Hidden Hand on the Wheel” I break the law, the road goes red, I crash, I bleed, that’s what they said, Nature don’t care, no heart, no face, Just traffic lights in time and space. But in the work, it’s not that way, No clear reward for what I pray, I give my heart, I get no sign, Just silent nights and empty wine. They say the sin is the punishment, The pain itself is the instrument, Not vengeance, not some angry throne, But tools to build what’s still not grown. I fall, I fail, I lose the taste, No light, no love, just inner waste, But Rav whispers through the dust, “This fall is where you learn to trust.” If You were shown in open light, I’d sell my soul for one more sight, I’d never choose, I’d never give, I’d just consume the way I live. So You conceal, You step aside, Let me decide with nothing inside, To love You broke, to serve You blind, To choose You with an empty mind. When I annul, when I let go, I’m called Your people, this I know, No will of mine, no private claim, Just o...

  Inheritance of Light (His Guidance Concealed and Revealed) I thought inheritance meant gold and land, Something my father could leave in my hand, But the Creator left me nothing to hold, Only a heart that remembers the cold. When He was near, I felt rich and complete, Every desire lay down at His feet, But when He vanished, the world turned to stone, And I was left with a hunger alone. So what did I keep when the Light went away? Not the pleasure, not what I felt yesterday, Only a record, a silent demand, A Reshimo burning like dust in the sand. Concealment taught me what I truly lack, Revelation showed me the path to come back, Between the two, I inherit a cry, Not for reward—but to know who am I . The ego says, “Give me something to see,” The soul says, “Leave only faith inside me,” One wants the payment, the other the why, One wants to live, the other to die. But die into what? Into love of the Ten, Into a place where there’s no “I” again, Where even in darkness I choose...

  What Does It Take What does it take for a prayer to be complete First one must check in his heart very deep Then one must know the One he asks Can deliver without a lapse And does that One have a kind heart To give with mercy so we can start But deeper still, we come to see The lack itself must come from we Not for relief, not for escape Not just to sweeten bitter fate But to desire what He desires To rise above these ego fires A prayer is not the words we say It’s when the heart has no other way When all our strength is fully gone And only unity lives on When we can’t stand being apart When separation breaks the heart When only one request remains: Connect us all above these chains Then silence speaks, the tears align Our lack becomes a single line Not “give me light,” not “answer me,” But make us fit for what You see That’s when the prayer is truly whole: One lack, one heart, one common soul.

“The Only Help” We came to the work with empty hands, Full of questions no one understands, We thought the help was light or sight, Some holy feeling, some inner might. But every time the answer came, It pointed back to the same old pain: Not what we get, not what we feel, But what we truly want is real. We ask for strength, we ask for signs, We ask for peace, for higher minds, But all those prayers return again, Revealing only self and gain. So the work begins in the lack, When we see the will to receive attack, And in that place so dark and bare, We find the only honest prayer. We ask for the will to bestow, Nothing more, nothing we know, Not for light, not for reward, Only to want what You want, Lord. In the space between us, not in the mind, There Dvekut lives, there we find, Not in the answer, not in the view, But in the desire to resemble You. When does Dvekut truly appear? Not when it’s sweet, not when it’s clear, But when we see we cannot give, And still choose bestowal to live...

We Make the Creator We went lookin’ for God in the sky above, Thought He lived in some distant kind of love, But every time we prayed alone, All we found was an echo in a stone. Then we looked at each other, heart to heart, And something broke that kept us apart, Our pride fell down, our walls got thin, And a different kind of light moved in. We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here, From every intention, every fear, Between our hearts and the space we bring, That space between us is everything. Every thought we hold about the Ten, Is the shape of the world we’re livin’ in, If we judge, we darken the frame, If we love, we give Him a name. No image, no face, no holy throne, Just the will to bestow in flesh and bone, What we build in the space we share, Is the only God we can declare. We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here, From every intention, every fear, Between our hearts and the space we bring, That space between us is everything. No friends, no God — that’s the law, No love...

A Penny of Light I was not born to fix the sky, Or gather stars that wander by, I came with just a spark so small, A shattered piece from Adam’s fall. Once we were one, one breath, one flame, No loss, no distance, no two names, But light was broken, love was split, And I was born from part of it. Not with a crown, not with a key, Just one small coin entrusted to me, A penny of light, a fragile part, Hidden deep inside my heart. I searched the world, I searched the mind, For something higher I could find, But Heaven whispered, soft and true: “You only need to fix your you.” Not all the souls, not all the pain, Not every loss, not every chain, Just this desire, this will I hold, This place where love turned into gold. I wasn’t sent to be a saint, Or paint the world without a stain, I was sent back, again, again, To learn how not to live for men. But to bestow, to bend the heart, To feel the friends as living parts, To turn reception into prayer, And find the Creator waiting ther...

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...

  Connecting in the Ten, Adhering to the Creator I was born with a heart that only takes, A will that runs, a mind that breaks. Thought I could walk this road alone, Every step just harder stone. Then ten hearts gathered, side by side, Not fixed, not clean, but honest-eyed. And in that place I finally knew: There is no path outside the few. Not less than ten — the gate appears, Where truth survives, not private fears. No secret climb, no hidden way, The Ten’s the place I learn to stay. Connecting in the Ten — that’s where we stand Adhering to the Creator — hand in hand Not in my strength, not in my sight, But where our cracks invite the Light. From Ten to Ten, the World Kli sings That’s where the Creator is revealed in things You made me broken, made me need, Not answers first, but friends indeed. The Light is whole, it never bends, The vessel’s built from wounded ends. I don’t correct the Upper force, I fix the space that blocks its course. Between our hearts, when we ag...

Between You and Me (No Escape) You know you can’t escape, Because in life there is no place, Where the heart can truly be free, Except between you and me. With congress coming near, My heart it shakes with fear, What lies ahead, what will be fed, By all the noise inside our head. Garbage in and garbage out, Endless thoughts that twist and shout, But deep inside, beneath the mess, A single point won’t acquiesce. My point in the heart screams loud, Not for comfort, not for proud, It cries for truth, not fantasy, It begs for real connection, we. Not to fix, not to be right, Not to win another fight, But to bow before the Ten as one, And let the work—not ego—run. If fear comes dressed as holy talk, Or doubts pretend they help us walk, Let them rise, let them be seen, Then place them between us , clean. Because freedom isn’t found alone, Not in silence, flesh, or bone, It’s born where broken hearts agree To build one space—for You—to be.

Congress Intention (Continued) We study every day and night all to attract the Light through the Ten we pray that our connection will happen today Not for wisdom, not for pride, not to feel we’ve climbed inside. Just to melt this heart of stone, into a place we’re not alone. Each friend a crack, a sacred seam, where broken parts begin to dream. I fall, I fail, I lose my way— they lift me up, I learn to stay. No hero walks this road alone, the path is built of flesh and bone. I bow my head, my claim, my say, and let the Ten decide the way. Congress calls—not miles, not time, but one request, one inner line: Let what divides us fade from sight, and make our many hearts one Light .

Coming Anyway I didn’t want to come, I’ll tell it straight, My body fought, my mind was late. Same road again, same inner war, I asked myself, what am I going for? I’ve been here dozens, year on year, Still walking in with quiet fear. No fire packed, no strength to show, Just empty hands and debts I owe. I come with nothing, no good name, No clever prayer, no holy flame. What once felt full is cracked and thin, A cup that leaks from every sin. I tried alone—thought I was strong, That quiet path didn’t last long. The work slipped private, soft, and sly, And truth be told… I started to die. So here I am, not brave, not new, Still not knowing what to do. Years went by, yet here I stand, Still learning how to take a hand. I didn’t come to fix or teach, Didn’t come with Light to preach. I came because I couldn’t stay One more day the ego’s way. And truth be known—this cut me deep— I don’t come now for what I keep. I come because the friends still breathe, Because their lack still pulls on ...