Psalms In The Heart

  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...

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.

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 hold...

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 neede...

  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 kin...

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 ...

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, ...

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 cle...

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...

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 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.

  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 o...

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....

 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 w...

  THE KEY IS THE TEN I came with a mouth full of holy sound, But Heaven weighed what my heart had found. Not polished prayers or wisdom’s art— He reads the hunger behind the heart. The sages lit what I could not see, Faith is the road when blind is me. Not what I say, but what I crave, Decides if I stay a slave. The Creator knows the lacking flame, Before my lips can speak His Name. He sees if I seek for self—or bend My broken will into the Ten. For every thought and every deed, Is measured by the root of need. And what I plant in friends today, Becomes the path or blocks the way. The Ten’s not friends for comfort’s sake, They are the gate my soul must make. The key ain’t mine when locked apart— I place it whole in the common heart. So if I hunger, let it be For faith above what’s shown to me. For what I give, I’ll one day see— The Ten unlocks eternity.

  ONE MAN, ONE HEART, ONE GOAL No one climbs this mountain alone A single spark won’t make it home Ten broken hands, ten stubborn scars Must choose one fire—not separate stars Not just to feel… not just to hear But speak it plain so all are clear Discuss the path, agree as one One goal before the race is run Congress ain’t waiting for maybe or when The work is now—between the ten Not one can hide in private thought The common goal must all be sought I thought my road was mine to bear My own small cry, my secret prayer But Rav struck deep—no soul can start Till all agree with one shared heart So gather now, no silent nod No drifting will can reach the God Speak it. Hold it. Make it whole. One man. One heart. One chosen goal. No one can do it alone—now see The gate won’t open for only me We speak, agree, and choose the key Ten become one… and He will be לא לבד, לא לבד נעלה רק יחד מטרה אחת נגלה כאיש אחד בלב אחד שם הבורא יהיה לעד

BROKEN FIRST Broken first, I learned to cry From self to dust, I asked not why When lack got real, the heavens moved And through that pain—the heart was proved I came in full of teeth and pride A throne of self I held inside Certain my hands could force the gate But iron hearts don’t enter straight So down I fell through reason’s floor Each answer died, then died once more The mind grew weak, the body screamed And all I built came unstitched seams I cursed the dark, I cursed the flame Till both revealed—they spoke my name Not to destroy, but strip the lie That lives each time I ask “for why?” The ten stood near like mirrors hard Not praising wounds, not dropping guard They showed me what I could not see— The cruelest cage… was only me I begged for love but sought control I spoke of truth while hiding soul I wanted light to fill my cup Yet would not break the bottom up Then exile dug its fingers deep No borrowed strength, no stolen sleep And from that pit where pride was slain A ...

 I was born inside a system vast, So perfect—future, present, past. A woven force no eye can trace, Yet every breath reveals its place. Not chaos. Not mistake. Not chance. But law so pure all worlds must dance. A single Thought, a force bestowed, That built the path each soul must road. First came the hunger—to receive, A crafted lack so we believe. Not curse, not flaw, not shameful scar, But vessel built to seek afar. For what is Light if none should crave? What is the Gift if none can save? Bestowal formed creation’s sea, But built the need through you and me. The will to take—our nature’s core, The empty knock upon the door. Yet Kabbalah reveals the key: The flaw’s not thirst—but “only me.” For here’s the work most never see: To shape desire intentionally. Not kill the will, nor cast aside, But raise its use, correct its pride. To take this vessel, cracked and wild, And aim it like a faithful child. Not for myself, not fleeting gain, But to return Love back again. Through...