Psalms In The Heart

  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...

 THE TWO KINGS WITHIN Inside my chest two rulers fight One sells me dark, One calls me light One says “Take more, this world is mine” One whispers “Rise… your will align” The body bows where habit leads To ego’s throne, to selfish needs And every time I seek the King The serpent wakes with sharper sting For Pharaoh grows when truth draws near He builds through doubt, through pain, through fear He shows me all I’ve yet to mend So suffering becomes a friend Idol worship lives inside When self alone becomes my guide Not stone or gold—but “me” on high The cruelest false god money can’t buy So Torah is not words we say But war through every living day Who rules this heart? Who wears the crown? The one I lift… or drag back down And when I see how far I’ve gone How weak by night, how false by dawn That pain itself becomes the gate A cry for truth… before too late For evil grows when I choose right Not to destroy—but bring to light That I may know what must be burned So all desire can be r...

We were not gathered here by chance Each heart was called to join this dance A spark alone can fade from sight But joined as one—we build the light Your voice, your step, your place is real Together broken hearts can heal Kab nights, meetings, hand in hand We rise as one, we firmly stand Don’t wait outside while others start You are a living piece of heart So come, my brothers, take your place And help us build this bond of grace

 They say “I’m tired”… but tired from what From feeding the fire that leaves the soul to rot We scroll, we stall, we say “next time” While the heart grows weak and forgets the climb The ego speaks soft— “Just stay in your chair” “Tomorrow will come… there’s still time there…” But tomorrow steals what today could ignite And one missed spark can delay the Light I’m not begging you— I’m crying inside We are souls meant to walk, not hide The Congress calls, the Ten needs your flame Without you here—we’re not the same So break what binds you, rise from the dust Come not for comfort—come because you must For the Creator waits where friends unite And one true step can change your night

I brought my heart, you called it trash Didn’t even read—just burned the ash I sang for souls, not for applause But cold replies revealed the flaws I gave a gift, you mocked the hand Like love of friends you’d never planned If we can’t hear a brother’s cry Then tell me—are we dead inside? Read me—or bury me Lift me—or murder me But don’t stand there preaching love While crushing hearts that rise above קרא לי או קבור אותי הרם אותי או שבור אותי אל תדבר על אהבת חברים אם אתה שורף לבבות מבפנים This ain’t ‘bout songs, this ain’t ‘bout me It’s who we claim we want to be A ten ain’t built by empty words But by how pain and love are heard So if my gift don’t fit your way At least respect the price I pay Cause one who gives and gets denied Still bleeds to keep the flame alive Read me—or bury me Lift me—or murder me But don’t stand there preaching light While dimming brothers in the night קרא לי או קבור אותי הרם אותי או שבור אותי אם אין מקום ללב חבר איך יבוא האור ויתגבר

I Rode With Reason For years I let my own mind drive Trusted its lies to stay alive It weighed each step, it judged each fall But never knew the King at all It said use thought, protect your skin Take what makes your body grin “God gave you reason—use it well” Yet led me closer still to hell Then came a war inside my chest A higher call disturbed my rest A whisper cut through pride and fear “Bow down… the King of Kings is here” So now I tell this mind of mine You were useful… for your time But from this day you are not throne This heart will serve the King alone Above all thought, above all sight I choose the path beyond my light Faith like fire, raw and true Not what I think—but serving You The head feels heavy, ego cries It fears the place where selfhood dies But in that weight… a gate appears The crown is built through fought-back tears I lose my rule… and strangely rise Not by my own, but Heaven’s eyes For when I kneel above what’s known The burdened head becomes His throne

BLESSED IN THIS PLACE We live a life that is not our own We walk the path the sages have shown The alarm bell rings before the sun And flesh cries out, “Not this… not one…” The bed feels warm, the body pleads The ego measures selfish needs Each inch we move can feel like pain A war of night inside the brain But then we rise… though slow… though weak Toward the place our hearts still seek And in that room where friends ignite The dark is pierced by borrowed light What dragged like chains now feels like wings The soul remembers higher things The burden fades, the spirit wakes As joy replaces old mistakes So mark the place where sleep was slain Where sorrow turned to holy gain Blessed is He who brought me near And changed my dread to living cheer CHORUS Blessed is He who called my name Who turned my sorrow into flame From bed of dust to morning light He pulled me close… He gave me sight ברוך הוא שקרא לי קום מהחושך אל אור היום מן העפר אל קו ישר קרב אותי—אליו נשאר

 Only by darkness does a man know his place. Only by absence does he search for the Face. One time he feels the Creator works on him. One time he feels his own strength is not dim. But both states come from the root above, to teach him the path to prayer and love. When darkness falls it is not for despair. It is a doorway, a call to prepare. Lowliness above reason is not defeat, it is walking with faith when nothing feels sweet. When the Creator is felt, it is not because man won. It is because the Creator decided to shine like the sun. And through the dark man learns to see that every approach begins from He. Ascents and descents, this is how we walk. Through broken feeling, through prayerful talk. The vessels need Hassadim, mercy and grace, so the heart can endure every changing place. Only from darkness can love-sick rise, when all feels lost before the eyes. Then from the depth, if the cry is true, help comes from the Creator to carry him through. So every moment renew th...

Cause and Consequence  We live in a world of cause and consequence The way things are going, it truly makes sense The ground parting around the world Showing us our choices weren't furled Africa splitting into two All because of our egoistic view Because of the hatred expressed in the lands Instead of holding each other’s hands The mountains groan and the oceans rise While man still trades in his selfish lies He builds his towers, he draws his lines Then acts surprised at the warning signs The earth itself begins to shake From all the blows that our egos make For nature follows one perfect law While man keeps tearing with tooth and claw We were not made to live this way Devouring night and cursing day We were made to learn, to bend, to see That love alone can set us free For every fracture in the ground Reflects a hatred we have found And every storm and every flame Whispers back man is to blame Yet covered deep beneath the pain There still remains a holy gain For every crack that ...

 The Torah and Prayer Torah and Prayer are two opposite parts Our job is to learn the difference so we can start Torah brings Light from Above down below Prayer raises the lack from the heart’s inner woe One fills the vessel, the other reveals The cracks in the soul that the ego conceals Torah is given, a gift from the King Prayer is the cry that the broken ones bring One is the answer, the other the plea Together they build true equivalency When I learn Torah but don’t feel the need It turns into knowledge that starves out the seed But when prayer awakens from deep in despair The Torah brings Light and corrects what is there So back and forth like the breath that we take Deficiency rising, fulfillment awake Not one without two, not two without One This is the path till correction is done So give me the lack, let my heart truly pray Then dress it with Torah to show me the way For in this connection, the two become One And the work of the Creator in us is begun

The Man Who Sold His Beams He came to the path with fire in his chest Certain his wisdom was better than the rest He spoke about love, connection, the light But inside his ego prepared for the fight. The Ten sat together like brothers in line Each one carrying a spark of the Divine But his will to receive began its routine Searching the cracks in the human machine. “Look at that friend, he’s lazy as hell. That one talks big but his heart you can’t tell. And that one over there, what a fraud in disguise.” Thus spoke the sweet voice of the inner spies. At first he believed it—every damn word. The poison felt smart, logical, assured. He sharpened his judgment like a polished blade While the bridge to the friends quietly decayed. Then the darkness arrived like a cold desert wind. The lessons felt empty, no warmth within. The Creator went silent, the heart turned to stone And suddenly he felt completely alone. He cursed the Ten. He cursed the path. He cursed the Creator in quiet wrath. “May...

Sukkah of Light Going to war means shaping the soul Not for the body but for the goal To tie our hearts like ropes so tight And aim them all to the One true Light We gather together, ten by ten Broken riders and working men Each friend pushing the other ahead Toward the place where the Creator is spread Together we rise, together we fall Creator above us, holding us all Turn this war into peace tonight Cover our hearts with Your Sukkah of Light יחד נקום יחד ניפול הבורא מעלינו מחזיק את הכל הפוך מלחמה לשלום בלב פרוש עלינו סוכת שלום עכשיו The war we fight is the will to receive A thief in the heart that makes us deceive It whispers softly “take for your own” And leaves every man dying alone But ten friends standing shoulder to shoulder Turn weak little sparks into burning boulders We shout from the depth of a desperate prayer “Creator come finish the work started there!” Together we rise, together we fall Creator above us, holding us all Turn this war into peace tonight Cover our hearts w...