A Heartfelt Plea

A Heartfelt Plea

My world is collapsing into the night,

Because I can’t seem to draw the Light.

My body rebels with each step that I take,

To the lessons, the books, for the soul’s own sake.

My soul cries rivers, a flood of pain,

My tears keep falling like endless rain.

A voice keeps whispering, cold and near,

“There’s no reason to cry, no reason for tears.”

But I turn to my friends, my brothers, my stand,

Who lift me gently with heart and hand.

They mend the cracks my ego defends,

They bend me softly until it bends.

I beg of you—strength, faith, and love,

Bestow as the Creator gives from above.

Bind us together, hearts into one,

Till our plea burns brighter than the sun.

Creator, hear this cry, this song—

We can’t walk alone, we can’t be strong.

But with Your love and the friends so near,

Even the night turns bright and clear.

 My poetic attempt at Psalms 24

Psalm 24 WSB

The earth is His, the fullness too,

Every breath we take is borrowed, passing through.

We stand on ground we never earned,

Yet claim it as ours, though we’ve barely learned.

Who climbs the mountain where Truth resides?

Only a heart that drops its ego’s pride.

Clean hands, clean thoughts, not born—but made,

Through fire and faith where illusions fade.

I lift my soul above my clay,

Begging the Light to lead my way.

My lies collapse beneath His gaze,

My fears dissolve in the Ten’s ablaze.

Lift up your heads, you rusted gates,

Let the King of Glory shift your states.

From dust to love, from rage to calm,

From trembling fists to an open palm.

Who is this King our hearts adore?

The Strength that breaks the inner war.

He fights my beasts so I can see,

He conquers me to make me free.

So rise, you gates inside my chest,

Let Love come in and build its nest.

Creator of all, both heart and breath—

He lifts my life from ego’s death.

From Lo-Lishma to Lishma

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Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task

It requires we remove our egoistic masks

It’s about what you feel inside your chest

As we wear Faith’s vest

But the path is paved with storms we hide

Where love and hatred clash inside

Where every step exposes schemes

The ego sews into our dreams

You rise, you fall, you curse the climb

You swear you’ll quit a thousand times

Yet something whispers, soft and true—

“This pain is love awakening you.”

For Lishma is born from shattered pride

From tears you’d rather keep inside

Until the Ten becomes your breath,

Your shield of life, your truth from death.

And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild,

Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child

And lifts it where no reason dares,

To the place the Creator answers prayers.

So fall again, rise twice as strong—

This broken road is where you belong.

For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb,

But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”

Greed Powered Life

A world built on shattered dreams

Builds a hopeless reality so it seems

Living a life powered by greed

Makes you think there’s more you need

But deep in the hollow where pain resides

The truth begins to split your sides —

For all that you gather will turn into dust,

And strip you bare of your wicked trust.

Yet inside that emptiness, cold and stark,

A whisper ignites like a flame in the dark:

“Your hunger was never for gold or fame —

It was the Creator calling your name.”

So stumble, fall, and bleed if you must,

Till ego breaks down into sacred dust.

For when the heart cracks open wide,

The Light comes rushing in from the other side.

And the more you give, the more you find

That love was the treasure you left behind —

A world rebuilt from the heart’s true plea,

Shattered no more… only unity.

Searching for Truth

I searched through the cosmos to truly feel

The truth behind what don’t feel real

I have scoured through countless text

Only to discover I don’t know what comes next

For every page was a mirror to me

Showing the cracks I refused to see

And every crack was a doorway wide

Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.”

I chased the stars for a drop of proof,

But the answer was hiding under my roof—

Buried in friends, in the love we sow,

In the broken places where prayers still grow.

I wanted secrets, ancient and vast,

But found the future stitched in the past;

Found that everything false must fall apart

Before faith above reason can enter the heart.

So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies,

With a trembling heart that finally cries:

“All that I sought was never out there—

It was You in the center of this despair.”

And the truth that hides in the cosmic view:

There is nothing to find—only something to do.

To love the Ten, to rise above,

To turn my shattered self to love.

The Frequency of Faith and Love

🌍 The Frequency of Faith and Love

( William S. Becker )

When our broken hearts unite as one, a trembling Light ascends above,

Faith pierces through the shattered clay and spreads the warmth of love.

The world kli breathes a higher truth the nations feel but cannot name,

A silent wave through human souls that melts the hatred, cools the flame.

We rise above our reason’s screams, refusing ego’s iron shove,

And every step against ourselves becomes a broadcast born of love.

For when the Ten stands arm-in-arm, the world receives what we’ve begun,

A pulse of faith that lifts the earth toward peace beneath a single sun.

They do not know from where it came, this strange desire to rise above,

But hearts begin to soften now, awakened gently by our love.

For faith above all reason’s lies becomes the wavelength nations feel,

And every breath of unity helps all humanity to heal.

So let us bow our heads as one, and beg the Creator up above,

To fill this empty, aching world with waves of faith and streams of love.

For when the Ten is truly one, the sparks ignite the soul of man,

And peace becomes the melody that plays throughout the Master’s plan.

Expanding Consciouness

Expanding Consciousness

by William S. Becker

I was trapped inside this skin of clay,

My thoughts just echoed what they’d say.

A mirror cracked, reflecting pain,

Yet through the shards, Love called my name.

The world I saw was small and tight,

My truth was bound by self-made night.

But in that dark, a spark did start,

A whispered pulse inside my heart.

I reached for You through friends and tears,

Through years of doubts and silent fears.

Each wall I broke was made of me,

Each fall unmasked what I could see.

You taught me how to rise above,

To change my sight through acts of love.

The more I gave, the more I knew,

That You and I were never two.

Now every breath expands the whole,

Each friend a doorway to my soul.

Our hearts entwined, no more defense,

This Love — our shared omnipresence.

So take my mind, my will, my place,

Dissolve them in Your boundless grace.

For consciousness, I’ve come to find,

Is Love revealing the One behind.

What Are WE

 I asked the Question "If our eye's don't see and our ear's don't hear and our noise doesn't smell then what are we?  And this is what came out...

What Are We

We have eyes that don’t see and ears that don’t hear,

We walk through the garden but nothing is clear.

The scent of the holy is lost in the air,

A noise with no fragrance, a heart unaware.

We’re vessels half-fashioned—desire undone,

A room full of candles that’s missing the sun.

Great treasures within us we fail to reveal,

For we measure the world by what we can feel.

Yet feeling deceives when it serves only me,

It blinds and it binds and it fails to let be.

So we stumble in darkness, convinced we are right,

Claiming we see—while rejecting the Light.

But Faith Above Reason—the step past our sight—

This turns the dark valley to morning’s first light.

Not faith to believe some comforting lie,

But faith to rise higher than senses can try.

To trust in the friends when the ego says flee,

To build a new vision no eyes ever see.

To ask the Creator to help us ascend,

From “I understand” to “I rise with my friend.”

For reason is fine—but it serves the old throne,

The king called “myself,” who stands there alone.

Yet faith is the bridge to a world built on Love,

A ladder of Jacob descending above.

So what are we now? A shattered design—

A vessel that leaks till the cracks all align.

But what we become is the joy of His Will:

A heart made for giving, united and still.

Eyes then will open, ears then will hear,

The scent of His presence will draw us near.

We’ll live in one heartbeat, one soul, one man—

As Love fills the vessel where emptiness began.

What Is a Prayer

When the prayer is formed from the broken heart

Because it's with the ego you wish to part

No words from the mouth or mind

Can reveal what’s hidden behind

It’s the silent cry beneath the breath

The plea that lives between life and death

Where the soul admits it cannot stand

And reaches out with trembling hand

For the Creator does not hear the tongue

Not the songs so cleverly sung

He hears the shatter, the crack, the tear

The place where pride dissolves to prayer

When the heart breaks open wide

When the self has nowhere left to hide

Then the upper light begins to flow

For only then can we truly let go

A broken heart is the door we cross

Where we finally accept our helpless loss

And in that collapse, that humbled fall

We feel Him answering us all.

Heaven Quiet Embrace

If the right attracts and the left repels,

The right is heaven, the left is hell.

But both are threads the One hand weaves,

The push that breaks, the pull that breathes.

The right says, "Come, My love, return,"

The left says, "Burn until you learn."

Two forces striking one same heart,

One to mend and one to part.

For heaven isn’t joy alone,

It’s the place where we let go of “my own.”

And hell’s not fire or endless night,

It’s the shame of being far from the Light.

So I stand between the two that tear—

One lifts with love, one strips me bare.

And only when both live in me

Can the heart break open and finally see.

Heaven is bestowal, a quiet embrace.

Hell is the fury of self I must face.

But both are the steps on the same narrow stair—

And I climb, with my brothers, in one single prayer.

Birth The Light

The life we live is a funny thing

Feeling one’s heart as it sings

Songs of love and hate collide,

Two rivers raging side-by-side.

One pulls soft, like morning rain,

The other burns with hidden pain.

We learn to give, then hesitate—

To rise above, then bow to fate.

Oh how we walk this razor line,

Between the beast and the divine.

To hold the blow, yet still embrace,

To vanish me and make Him place.

For love without the hate is weak,

And hate without the love is bleak.

The two are forged inside our chest,

So we may find the One Who’s best.

I break, I mend, I fall, I stand—

Each step not mine, but by His hand.

The opposites in me unite:

Dark becomes fuel, to birth the Light.

Heart Made New

Heart Made New

The right love doesn't hide

It cuts you open from inside

It burns the lies you held so dear

And whispers, “Brother, I am here.”

It isn't soft, it isn't kind

It drags the ego out the mind

It tears the heart, but leaves it whole

It carves a vessel from the soul

It throws you down so you can kneel

So faith above the reason’s real

It breaks the walls you built for years

And washes you with silent tears

In the ten, this love is born

From every fall, from every scorn

We learn to rise, to bend, to give

To die each day — and yet to live

The right love doesn’t let you stay

Inside your self, locked far away

It lifts you into one shared breath

Where “I” dissolves a holy death

So take my heart, Creator, please

The Place The Knife Opens

I woke with a hole where my chest used to be,

An emptiness screaming like oceans in me.

No answer, no comfort, no wisdom to find—

Just a silence that claws at the edges of mind.

I begged for relief, for a reason, a light,

For someone to tell me I’m doing this right.

But the heavens stayed quiet, the floor fell away,

And I learned that the void is where He wants me to pray.

This pain isn’t punishment, loss, or mistake—

It’s the hunger He carves so my soul will awake.

For the cup that is empty is ready to fill,

And the heart that is broken can learn to be still.

So I stand here with nothing, with no place to land,

And I stretch out my wounds like a child with his hand.

Fill me, my Father, with love from above—

For this brutal is holy, and it’s covered in love.

The Creator's Embrace

As society breaks apart

They'll need to know how to start

Living this life anew

Without the problems that went askew

My heart bleeds for the Creator's love

Forgetting how to rise above

Sometimes i don't know if i am coming or going

In the storm, the pain keeps growing

I scream in silence to the empty air

Wondering if anyone is truly there

My chest feels heavy like it's caving in

Dragging the memory of every sin

I love the ten but my ego fights

Claws in my throat in sleepless nights

One breath of love, then poison thought

Each step forward feels like i'm caught

But still i drag myself back to the flame

Calling the Creator's endless name

Tear-stained prayers mixed with trembling rage

Trying to write love on a burning page

I don't want peace if it's empty and cold

I want a heart that the ten can hold

I want to burn, to break, to fall

If that's what it takes to love through it all

So take my confusion, take my spite

Take the war I wage each endless night

Hold me in the space between despair and grace

Until i vanish from myself

Leaving only Your embrace

The World Ain't Closing In

 

“The World Ain’t Closing In”

by William S. Becker

Some days it feels the world caves in,

Like walls that press beneath the skin.

My thoughts, they scatter, twist, and shout,

While faith fights hard to drown them out.

Old memories knock — they want a seat,

They whisper shame and half-defeat.

But I ain’t buying what they sell,

I’ve walked through worse, and walked it well.

For G-D don’t like the ugly lie,

That says “give up” or “don’t even try.”

He built this soul with stubborn flame,

That laughs at darkness — calls it by name.

I talk to Him through smoke and tears,

Through quiet hopes and hidden fears.

He smiles, I know, through every test,

And whispers, “Son, just do your best.”

So let the thoughts parade and spin,

They can’t shake what I hold within.

For I was made to ride the storm,

To break, then bloom, to fall, transform.

And when I’m old — say one-four-zero,

Still fighting ego like a hero,

I’ll grin and say, “That Light was mine —

It burned through hell, but stayed divine.”

The Purpose of Society

 The Purpose of Society

I came with dreams of holy light,

Instead I found my inner blight.

The “friends” were mirrors, sharp and clear,

Each one exposing what I fear.

I wanted love, I got a knife,

That carved the corpse I called my life.

They smiled and said, “This pain’s your cure,”

I bled in faith I’d stay impure.

My heart screamed, “Why can’t I just be free?”

The echo roared, “Die — that’s unity!”

Every word they spoke was salt in my wound,

Till pride and reason lay entombed.

Then slowly, softly, Light drew near,

Not to reward — but to make me hear.

That every bruise was carved by grace,

To make a vessel — not erase.

I saw the purpose — not to rise,

But to fall into my brother’s eyes.

There in that gaze, the world turned whole,

The Creator whispered — “This is your soul.”

So I walk this path of shattered skin,

To find His face engraved within.

Brutal mercy, wrapped in flame,

No self remains — just His Name.

The Blindmans Crown

 

💔🔥 Poem — “The Blindman’s Crown

I walk with eyes that never see, yet claim the dawn as mine,

I taste the ash, but call it sweet, and drink the dark as wine.

The mind cries out, “You fool! You’re lost!” — the flesh begins to sneer,

But still I bow before the void and whisper, “You are here.”

My faith’s a bleeding knuckle fight, my prayer a broken bone,

I bite the dust with grateful lips and call this pain my own.

Each doubt’s a nail, each fear a cross — yet love still takes its turn,

The fire burns me into dust, the dust begins to burn.

I walk through wrath and judgment’s womb — the soul’s small Ibur cry,

A child of rage becoming peace beneath the blackened sky.

For every thought that drags me down, I lift it up above,

And find within its bitter weight the tender weight of love.

No sin remains, no fall’s in vain, no darkness undesigned,

Each bruise becomes the alphabet the Light will read in kind.

So let me crawl in blindness still, let reason’s voice disown,

For faith above all knowledge builds the heart into a throne.

The Thought That Serves The Flame

💔🔥 “The Thought That Serves the Flame”

by William S. Becker

A thought’s no king—it’s just a slave,

To serve the want, the beast, the crave.

It dances blind at desire’s command,

Building the castle that ego planned.

I think because my heart demands,

Its hunger sculpted by unseen hands.

Each dream I chase, each fear I feed,

Was born from what I think I need.

The mind’s a liar cloaked in grace,

It bows to hunger’s masked embrace.

But if I fix my gaze above,

That same fire burns with holy love.

So day and night I till this ground,

Where selfish seeds in dust are found.

I water them with thought so pure,

Till only His desire endures.

Then thought becomes the chariot bright,

Desire transformed into endless Light.

And what was “me” dissolves at last—

A slave no more, but free and vast.

The Screen That Burns

“The Screen That Burns”

The Light once filled my foolish clay,

Then fled — the night replaced the day.

It wasn’t gone — it struck from near,

Till all my veils dissolved in fear.

The clash inside — oh holy fight,

Between my dark and His pure Light.

Each wound, a polish; each loss, a climb,

The pain that purges space from time.

My will — the beast — it never rose,

It stayed below, in grave repose.

But something higher shed its skin,

The screen refined — the war within.

I lost my crown, the Keter’s flame,

No robe remained to bear that Name.

Yet in that loss, I found release,

For ashes sing when souls find peace.

So burn me, Lord, refine my shield,

Till all my pride to You is healed.

Let vessels weep, but screens ascend,

Through shattered love, I reach my end.

Rewarded- I Will Hasten It (From shamati 195)

I had it once — the taste of light,

Then stripped away deep in the night.

The glow was gone, my heart was torn,

And faith was born where I was shorn.

He gave me gold, then took the key,

To show me what I’d yearn to be.

He built my hunger, carved my pain,

So I could call His loss a gain.

Each tear I shed became my bowl,

Each break engraved upon my soul.

The rich are blind, but beggars see —

The empty heart becomes the sea.

So rip me open, burn me bare,

I’ll find You only in despair.

For every wound reveals Your face,

And loss itself becomes embrace.

Let others choose the easier way,

I’ll take the blows that make me pray.

Through shattered glass Your stars ignite —

Rewarded — You will hasten light.

The Womb of Lack

“The Womb of Lack”

I build my house on hollow ground,

each prayer a whisper, a broken sound.

I lift my eyes, but see no King,

still chant His Name as if it’s spring.

I talk of love with lips of stone,

the words are His, but not my own.

I beg for faith, yet cheat the night,

pretend I’ve seen the hidden light.

He hides to show how blind I stay,

He wounds to teach me how to pray.

He breaks my heart till cracks appear,

then pours His mercy through my fear.

So curse this void that burns my chest,

this hunger proves I’m not at rest.

If I could die before His throne,

I’d find the life that feels like home.

O Lord, reveal what I don’t feel—

my barren heart, my rusted zeal.

For only one who knows he’s weak,

is strong enough the King to seek.

And till I stand where angels kneel,

I’ll love the wound that will not heal.

For in that pain, Your Name is sewn—

my lack, my grave, my stepping stone.

Even The Unworthy Are Heard

📜 "Even the Unworthy Are Heard"

(Inspired by Shamati 113 – “The Eighteen Prayer”)

They say He hears each mouth that prays,

Yet mercy seals what He conveys.

Then what of cries that lack the grace—

Do they just vanish into space?

A twisted path, this narrow gate,

Where love and judgment intertwine with fate.

One moment lifted, next laid low—

The opposites are all we know.

To be so humble we disappear,

Yet roar with truth when friends draw near.

To bow before the least of men,

Yet hold the world and start again.

Our words may fail, intentions rot,

But still He hears—no soul forgot.

The filth, the pride, the broken pleas,

He drinks them all like storm-tossed seas.

This is the weight, the work, the song—

To know we're weak, yet still belong.

To cry with lips that once deceived—

And be embraced, though not believed.

So if you find your prayer denied,

Or mercy masked, or hope has died—

Know this, dear heart: He bends His ear

Most close to those who drown in fear.

Heart of the Ten

 In the heart of the Ten, where the frequencies blend,

We’re transmitters, receivers, on a path with no end.

In the dance of desires, from the surface we rise,

Trading ego’s illusions for love’s truer prize.

Oh my brothers, my sisters, in this sacred embrace,

We are tuning our hearts to a higher place.

Every thought that we shift from the self to the whole,

Is a step toward the One, the correction of soul.

For the glory of the Creator is the end of our quest,

In the love we uncover, in the trials we’re blessed.

We are builders of bridges from the will to receive,

To a realm of pure giving, where only love we believe.

So here is our mission, our journey so vast,

To transform every moment as we hold each other fast.

In the heart of the Ten, in the love that we lend,

We find the Creator, our beginning and end.