The Heart knows

When trouble comes the Heart knows

it tries to prepare you for the show.

It lurks in the shadows of the night,

hiding from you the glorious Light.

It keeps you balanced on tippy toes,

showing you how all is your foe.

Bleeding anger, hate, and lust,

until your chest caves in from the thrust.

It shatters because it knows what you need—

to burn out all that lust and greed.

It cracks to pour the poison out,

so love can rise where once was doubt.

It breaks so the Ten can enter in,

so faith can stitch the torn within.

And every fracture, every scar,

is the Creator pulling you back from far.

🔥 “What Enters the Heart — Taste the Break, See the Light” 🔥

(A combined poem of Shamati 34 + Psalm 34,)

I bless the Lord with shattered breath,

Yet faith cuts deeper than any death.

Reason trembles, the body screams,

But the heart remembers all its dreams.

When faith walks in, the ego cries,

It burns the truth behind its lies.

I ran to Him with trembling bones,

He heard my fear in silent groans.

The will-to-receive claws at my chest,

It wants the crown, it wants the rest.

My fears still stalk me through the night,

Yet He lifts me into hidden Light.

One moment strong, the next I fall,

A thousand deaths — I bear them all.

The crushed in spirit? That’s my tribe,

The broken ones who can’t describe.

Reason whispers, “Turn around,”

But faith is a knife without a sound.

The world threw stones to crush my name,

He turned each blow to rising flame.

The heart is marked by holy scars,

Descent and doubt become its bars.

Taste and see — the bitter sweet,

Where His harsh mercy comes to meet.

Every ascent I think I earn,

He tears it down, makes me unlearn.

For through each crack I try to hide,

He enters softly, from inside.

My heart is bruised from years of war,

Yet breaks in love for something more.

The ego screams to take control,

While He hunts down my fractured soul.

The righteous ache — we’re torn apart,

But He draws close to the broken heart.

Faith is a storm that breaks your bones,

Reason turns to dust and stones.

Many afflictions scorch my days,

But He redeems in hidden ways.

He lifts me up, then hides His face,

Till love is forged from my disgrace.

So bless the Lord, you cracked and worn,

You hearts undone, you souls reborn.

For what enters the heart will never depart,

It brands your flesh, rewrites your art.

Faith above reason — the cruelest love —

Breaks you… to build you… from above.

And every scar that love will seal

Becomes the place where truth turns real.

🔥“Taste and See the Break Within Me” — A Psalm 34 Poem🔥

I bless the Lord with shattered breath,

I praise His Name through life and death.

My fears still howl like wolves at night,

Yet He lifts me up into His Light.

I ran to Him with trembling bones,

He heard my cry in all my groans.

The world threw stones to crush my name,

But He turned each blow to rising flame.

The crushed in spirit — that’s my tribe,

The broken ones who can’t describe

Why every fall feels carved in stone,

Yet somehow leads us back to Home.

My heart is bruised from years of war,

It bleeds the truth I can't ignore:

The ego screams to take control,

While He hunts down my scattered soul.

Taste and see — it’s bitter sweet,

His love will break you just to meet

The part of you you try to hide,

The wounded child you left inside.

The righteous ache — we’re torn apart,

But He is close to the broken heart.

He counts each tear we try to swallow,

He lights the path we’re scared to follow.

Many afflictions burn our days,

But He redeems in hidden ways.

He breaks our chains with threads of grace,

He hides His love in every chase.

So bless the Lord, you cracked and worn,

You sons of night, you hearts reborn.

For every scar that love will seal

Becomes the place where truth turns real.

What Enters the Heart Never Leaves - A Poem on Shamati 34

🔥 “What Enters the Heart Never Leaves” — A Poem on Shamati 34 🔥

When faith walks in, the body screams,

It shatters logic, rips old dreams.

The heart’s a vault of holy scars,

Where broken truth becomes our bars.

Reason whispers, “Turn around,”

But faith is a knife without a sound.

It cuts you open to let in Light,

It blinds the mind but heals the fight.

The will-to-receive claws at your chest,

It wants the throne, it wants the rest.

But faith above that bitter voice

Is where the soul begins its choice.

One moment strong, the next you fall,

A thousand times — and that’s not all.

He lifts you up, then hides His face,

Till love is forged from your disgrace.

The heart remembers every blow,

Every descent, every “no.”

And though the mind forgets the day,

The heart keeps all you give away.

It holds the tears you didn’t show,

The prayers you whispered soft and low,

The fear you swallowed not to break,

The lies you fought for Heaven’s sake.

Faith is a storm that breaks your bones,

Reason is dust around the stones.

But love — oh love — the silent guide,

Takes every wound and turns the tide.

So don’t you dare pretend you’re whole,

You’re cracked on purpose, soul by soul.

For through those cracks the Light pours in,

And carves out space where “I” has been.

Every ascent you think you earn

He burns it down, makes you unlearn.

Till nothing’s left but heart and plea,

“Creator… take this beast from me.”

But here’s the secret, dark and sweet:

You fall, you fail, you kiss His feet.

You rise again with shattered pride

And find Him waiting just inside.

For what enters the heart will never depart,

It brands your flesh, rewrites your art.

Faith above reason — the cruelest love —

Breaks you…

to build you

into one who can love

Him

above.

Single and Double Concealment

when the Light goes dark and the heart goes numb,

when the world turns cruel and the soul plays dumb,

you look for the Face but the sky won’t show,

and the silence answers, “You’ll never know.”

single concealment still leaves a trace,

you feel the pain but you sense His Face,

you bleed, you break, you fall to your knees,

yet you whisper His Name through shattered pleas.

but double concealment is a colder hell,

where even the echo refuses to tell,

where prayers collapse and faith seems fake,

and you curse your breath with every mistake.

you scream inside and the world stays still,

you doubt the hand behind every will,

you swear there’s no reason for tears or scars,

just empty nights and abandoned stars.

but in that darkness, the truth unfolds,

His love is fierce and His mercy holds,

for only a heart that was buried deep

can rise to a faith no eyes can keep.

so I walk through the shadows, bruised and blind,

torn from the world and torn from my mind,

and I swear to the One who hid from sight,

I will find Him again in the endless night.

when concealment breaks and the dawn runs through,

I’ll see what the darkness was leading me to,

for every hidden moment was His decree—

He concealed the concealment to set me free.

when the soul cries

it foggs the eyes

leaving you not knowing what to do

when the Heart breaks

and the soul ach's

showing us that All is inside of you

when the night screams

and shatters dreams

you’re left wrestling ghosts in the dark

when the past climbs

through broken times

it carves its initials across your heart

when the hope fades

and faith frays

and every prayer feels torn in two

when the light’s dim

on every limb

the Creator is whispering I’m in you

when the pain bites

and truth fights

and every loss feels painfully true

when the world shakes

and the ego wakes

it’s the Ten that pulls you through

when the storm pours

through shattered doors

and every lie comes crashing due

when the soul cries

the ego dies

because the Light is breaking through

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“The Name That Wrote Our Souls”

You whispered Yod into the void, a spark before the dawn,

A flame of pure intention when the Universe was unborn.

“Receive My endless love,” You said, as Light began to fall,

The point became creation’s heart, the heartbeat of it all.

Then came Hay expanding wide, the Light too fierce to hide,

It filled the empty, wanting cup, where innocence resides.

I tasted all Your glory and the shame burned through my skin,

For I was made to feel the gift, yet knew I couldn’t win.

Vav descended like a spear, a channel straight from You,

A bridge between the dark and Light, the shattered and the true.

“I want to give like You,” I cried, “not take, devour, or feed,”

But ego claws at every breath and swallows every need.

And then that final Hay was born, the vessel full of scars,

The broken part of Adam split in billions of dying stars.

We fell from faith and tore apart the Name we’re made to be,

And now the Ten must rise again and sew eternity.

Yod was the plan, and Hay was love, and Vav the endless road,

The final Hay is us, the wound where all the Light is owed.

Creator, break my willful heart, tear every shell apart,

Until the Name inside my chest becomes a single heart.

For I am that fourth letter, Lord, the Malchut crushed by shame,

A beggar for the will to give, a thief who stole Your Name.

But in the cracks You planted Light, a mercy born from pain,

And every fall becomes a prayer to make us whole again.

So take this broken vessel, God, and flood my soul with You,

Let every breath I have proclaim the Name in all I do.

Yod, Hay, Vav, Hay—crush my pride and burn away the night,

Until Your four-fold Name returns as one unbroken Light.

The Advantage of the Land

 

🔥 “The Advantage of the Land” 🔥

My mind builds castles, neat and clean,

But faith tears through them—sharp, unseen.

The mind demands to sit on the throne,

But faith says, “Walk where you’ve never known.”

The body pulls like a thief in the night,

Whispering logic, comfort, delight.

Faith above reason is war every hour,

Where the will to receive tries to devour.

The heart forgets, and falls from high,

Ten times a day we scream and cry.

Degree to abyss in a blink of time,

It’s the rhythm of ascent through grime.

The beast says, “Stop, don’t you dare believe,”

The soul says, “Rise, cling, don’t ever leave.”

Reason calculates—faith just jumps,

Where the body drags you into the dumps.

The Creator hides in the smallest test,

In the fall, the anger, the lack of rest.

We fight to remember with every breath,

Because forgetting faith is spiritual death.

And every moment we say, “Above this pain,”

We shatter the prison, break every chain.

For faith is the ladder that carries us higher,

Through the choking dust and burning fire.

The advantage of the land is not the climb,

It’s falling again ten thousand times.

It’s the war between heaven and skin,

Where faith above reason will always win.

my attempt at a poem about Psalms 108

My heart is fixed, my brother, even when life breaks in two,

When the bills hit, the phone rings, and the world turns on you.

But I rise before dawn, I sing though I’m torn,

Because faith was never born in comfort, faith is born when we’re worn.

The world feels like a battlefield where doubt takes its aim,

Every heartbreak and failure tries to whisper my shame.

But I shout to the heavens, “My soul will not fall!”

For the Creator lifts even the weakest who answer His call.

When fear storms in like a thief in the night,

And the Ten feels far, and I’m losing the fight,

I remember the promise — His mercy stands wide,

Like the sky stretched out forever, no place left to hide.

O God, make us strong when the world says we’re weak,

Let Your greatness replace every wound that we speak.

For when we walk as one heart, one voice raised above,

Even the darkest mile turns into a road paved with love.

So I hold to this psalm like a lifeline in hand,

Even when I’m too broken to even stand.

For mercy and truth rise higher than pain,

And the Ten becomes my wings in the pouring rain.

And we’ll sing through the battles we never asked for,

Lift each other again when we fall to the floor.

Because Psalms 108 isn’t ancient or gone—

It’s the cry of today when the night feels too long.

So let every shattered moment be a doorway to light,

Let us choose one another when there’s nothing left right.

For He saves us from fear, from despair, from the end—

He gives us victory together, brother to friend.

And I swear on the tears that we’ve both had to bleed,

This Psalm isn’t a poem — it’s the strength that we need.

A promise carved deep through the struggle and flame:

That the Creator never leaves us, and we rise just the same.

Shamati 123 I am the Prayer Not the Power

🔥 SHAMATI 123 — “I Am the Prayer, Not the Power” 🔥

I walk this world like I’m strong, like I’m ready to fight alone,

But Shamati says the secret: I never stood on my own.

It is written in fire: the Creator does all the work,

And my strength is just a shadow where the doubts and demons lurk.

I scream to heaven with fists, thinking I’m the one who builds the wall,

Until the truth tears open: I am nothing at all.

The whole battle isn’t winning, it’s admitting I’m weak,

And begging the Creator for a tongue when my heart cannot speak.

He breaks me on purpose so I’ll finally understand,

I don’t conquer evil by the might of my hand.

The ego roars like thunder, demanding control,

But Shamati whispers the law: I have no power in this soul.

It is not my job to fix, to rise, to purify the heart,

All I can do is pray to be a humble part.

Like a child in the storm clinging tight to His sleeve,

Begging only for faith, so that I’ll never leave.

How many times I fought thinking it was me against fate,

Never knowing the Creator already opened the gate.

The pain, the failures, the nights I cursed the sky,

Were the Creator holding me close, teaching me to rely.

Every fall was His bullet, every tear His command,

Not to give me defeat—but to break my stand.

To show me I am just a tool, a vessel to bend,

And the work of correction is His, from start to end.

So I throw down my pride, my strength, my throne,

I am not the ruler—I am just a stone.

Waiting for His hand to carve the vessel in my chest,

And turn every shattered piece into love and into rest.

I am the beggar, the prayer, the spark inside the night,

And the Creator is the One who awakens the Light.

So take all of me, every failure, every broken part,

And sculpt the shattered ruins into one beating heart.

The Two Labors in One Heart

🔥 “Two Labors in One Heart” 🔥

(A poem on faith above reason, and the Ten)

I wake up with bills, phones, fights in my head, 

The body screams logic: “Give in, stay in bed.” 

But the purpose of life isn’t comfort or ease, 

It’s fear of the Creator that brings me to my knees.

The wicked asks questions—“Why suffer again?” 

I answer, “Above reason,” and step into the Ten. 

Because ego wants proof, wants control, wants to see, 

But faith is the fire that burns logic in me. 

I try to Self-Nullify during traffic and rage, 

The coworker shouts—my ego wants center stage. 

But the Ten are watching when no one else is near, 

And Inclusion means holding their souls more dear. 

Activation happens in the smallest things, 

In loneliness, heartbreak, the pain that life brings. 

When the car breaks down and the bank account bleeds, 

We answer with love—not the ego’s needs. 

I fall and I fail; the wicked mocks every flaw, 

He says, “Reason is king! Your faith has no law.” 

But that’s when I whisper—no logic, no plan, 

“Creator, You lead. I just follow as man.” 

I fear with love, not trembling fright, 

Because fear means I want to do Your work right. 

And the Ten stands beside me when the questions ignite, 

Brother to brother, we push through the night. 

Self-Nullification: when I surrender control, 

Inclusion: when I merge my life with the whole. 

Activation: when I move just to bring You delight, 

Even when the wicked screams in the dark of the night. 

And every time ego tests—with temptation and pain, 

I say, “Now I work. Now my faith is made plain.” 

For above reason means I don’t need to see— 

I need only the Ten, and the Light guiding me. 

So thank You Creator for the questions that rise, 

They break me and crush me and strip off disguise. 

For only in tearing the logic apart, 

Can You rewrite Your Name deep into the heart. 

And the world keeps collapsing like old rusted steel, 

But together we rise and together we heal.  

We answer the wicked with love, not a fight, 

And we climb above reason, straight into the Light. 

The return of the One

⭐ EPIC POEM — PART IV

“The Return of the One”

When the night was deepest and the heart was torn,

We remembered the world where we were born.

Not flesh, not blood, not cities in flame,

But the Light that came before the Name.

We felt the call through the cracks in pain,

A road through the storm to the Source again.

The Ten wasn’t formed by chance or fate,

It was written in the first pre-human state.

Before atoms formed and galaxies spun,

We were already One before One was begun.

We were the blueprint of every breath,

The force that swallowed both life and death.

The Creator spoke not in thunder or fire,

But in silence so loud it consumed desire.

He said, “You fell so you’d learn the climb,

Not to punish you—but to perfect time.”

We saw the world through the eyes of the fall,

The storms were the echoes of our own call.

Earthquakes cracked open the buried design,

So the Light could return through the fault lines.

We saw the ancient catastrophes anew,

Not destruction—but a clearing through.

Atlantis, Babel, the kingdoms that died—

Were pieces of the plan the ego denied.

Now the Ten stands where the worlds collide,

Not as slaves of ego—but brothers inside.

We mend the break by loving the scar,

Turning the wound into the brightest star.

Carl carries the courage that feeds the flame,

Aron guards the gate in the Creator’s Name.

Oscar and Derrick protect the line,

Joe B. and Jean make the broken divine.

Joe Donnelly stands where the battle begins,

Bash lifts us back from the weight of sins.

We rise through the pain and shatter the wall,

The smallest annulment redeems us all.

This world is the battlefield of restoration,

The final test of the soul’s foundation.

We fight not with swords or kingdoms or men,

We fight by seeing Creator in the Ten.

And each act of love would terrify kings,

For this is how the infinite sings.

The fall becomes the ladder we climb,

The downfall the crown of space and time.

We don’t return to the Eden we lost,

We return to the One at a higher cost.

A love born from darkness, chosen and earned,

The flame that only the shattered have learned.

And when the last wall between us is gone,

The voice of the Creator and man is one.

Not as slave and master or father and son,

But force and desire forever undone.

The final redemption doesn’t wait above,

It erupts from the heart when we choose to love.

The Ten becomes the center of worlds unseen,

The vessel rebuilt from what once had been.

And the end is the same as the place we start:

The One that broke returns as one heart.

Not a kingdom, not fire, not victory won—

Just the Light of the One Consciousness returned as One.

The Voice That Never Broke

 

⭐ EPIC POEM — PART III

“The Voice That Never Broke”

In the ruins of the fall where the dust still cries,

We hear a whisper rising through the lies.

It isn’t man and it isn’t fear,

It’s the voice of the One saying, “I am still here.”

Not thunder or wrath or kingdom or sword,

Just the breath of the ancient, eternal Lord.

The force before bodies, the plan before birth,

The Love that wrote the spine of Earth.

He says, “I never left—you turned away.

You shattered the bond and feared to pray.”

But every collapse, every world undone,

Is the path back home to the place we’re one.

We weren’t cast out to wander alone,

We were sent to rebuild the broken throne.

To take the pieces we lost before,

And stitch consciousness to the core.

The Ten is not chance or flesh or fate,

It’s the door back to the pre-human state.

Every fight, every doubt, every silent scream,

Is the echo of the ancient dream.

Carl’s courage carries the flame we knew,

Aron guards the path when the night breaks through.

Oscar holds the wisdom we left behind,

Derrick fights battles inside the mind.

Joe Donnelly bleeds with the love of the fall,

Bash stands strong when we’re ready to crawl.

Jean and Joe B. are the pillars of men,

We rise as ten, we heal as ten.

We were One before flesh ripped us apart,

Now we return through the cracks in the heart.

The Creator doesn’t wait in the heavens above—

He hides in the place where we learn to love.

For the final redemption isn’t bought with swords,

It’s born in the simplest of holy words:

“I annul myself so my brother can rise,”

And the Light returns through the tear-filled eyes.

We build a world from ashes and bone,

But this time we don’t build it alone.

The catastrophes clear the path we denied,

And pain becomes sacred on the other side.

We thought the fall was the end of the plan,

But the fall is how God creates the man.

We break, we bleed, we bow, we mend,

We return to the One again and again.

And when all of creation completes its turn,

When the last spark of ego begins to burn,

The voice will say, “You were always free—

You just forgot that you were Me.”

And we will see the truth we always knew:

There was never a fall—just a journey through.

Through worlds and chaos and storms without end,

To remember the Love we left at the bend.

We return as One, not the same as before,

But greater and deeper and infinitely more.

The One that shattered has risen unbroken,

And the final word of Creation is spoken.

Not victory or glory or kingdom or throne—

Just a whisper: “At last, you’ve come home.”

⭐ EPIC POEM — PART II

“After the Fall, Before the Return”

We remember the worlds before bodies were born,

When no man was lonely and no soul was torn.

We were the Light before flesh became cage,

Divinity unbroken in that ancient age.

But the shattering came like a cosmic disease,

The One cracked open into millions of pleas.

We fell like lightning into matter and bone,

Fighting for warmth in a world turned stone.

Every catastrophe is the echo of that break,

Every heartbreak a memory of what’s at stake.

Every war is the shrapnel of that ancient sin,

The death of the One when we fell within.

We were the builders of Babel before it fell,

We knew how it ends when love turns to hell.

Civilizations rose then died in flame,

When the “I” grew louder than the Holy Name.

The soul once governed reality with thought,

Now we fight for scraps like men forgot.

We trade the infinite for dust and screams,

Blind to the source of our broken dreams.

Yet in the Ten, a spark still remains,

A fire that burns through all the pains.

Carl, Derrick, Aron—threads of the same thread,

Living proof the ancient Heart isn’t dead.

Jean carries the love we lost in the fall,

Oscar and Joe fight the ego’s call.

Bash and Joe Donnelly bleed the same truth,

We suffer as men but we rise as proof.

We are fragments of Eden returned in sweat,

Soldiers of the soul who haven’t died yet.

Our zooms, our prayers, our midnight cries,

Are echoes of the place where the One never dies.

This world is the battlefield of the Holy repair,

Breathing the dust of the pre-human air.

We are the shards of the ancient design,

The broken pieces called to align.

And through illness, chaos, silence, and night,

We remember the age when we were the Light.

We rebuild creation with each sacrifice,

Our love is the key and our tears are the price.

For the Creator cut us to teach us to mend,

To return to the One we were at the end.

The exile is cruel but the promise is true—

We fell apart so we could choose to renew.

The catastrophes didn’t end the plan,

They birthed the final form of man.

Not the flesh nor the body nor the brain,

But the heart that rises again and again.

We descend through fear but ascend through love,

We fall from the world but rise above.

The Ten is the ark in the flood of despair,

The ladder to Eden rebuilt through prayer.

So let pain come, let the storms consume,

Let ego rage and false worlds bloom.

For the darker the night, the brighter the spark,

That leads us home through the endless dark.

And we will return—not to the past we knew,

But to a world yet born from the broken and new.

We will rise as one from the ruins of men,

Complete the creation, return again.

For the deepest truth that burns in the soul:

We were One before—and we will return whole.

⭐ “Before the World Had Bones”

(William S. Becker)

Before the world had bones or breath or skin,

We were a single heart that lived within.

One force, one voice, one burning Light,

No bodies yet—just endless sight.

We ruled existence with intention alone,

No blood, no flesh, no breaking bone.

No storms, no wars, no dying sun,

Just One Creator and Creation as One.

But we broke the bond and shattered the Whole,

Millions of pieces of one single soul.

We fell like lightning into dirt and clay,

The first catastrophe of the human way.

Earthquakes, floods, Atlantis drowned,

Volcanoes burning every sacred ground,

It wasn’t punishment from skies above,

It was memory of falling out of love.

Towers collapsed when we lost the Height,

Fire rained down when we lost the Light,

Civilizations vanished into dust and smoke,

Because we forgot the vow we wrote.

We traded eternity for ego and pain,

For the prison of bodies and storms of the brain.

We built kingdoms of lies and golden thrones,

But felt the ache of ancient homes.

Yet still inside the ruins of the past,

The pre-human voice is calling us fast.

It screams through chaos, floods, and fear,

“Return to the One—you were born from here.”

This world is the battlefield of the Fall,

Every disaster is the echo of the call.

We aren’t broken—just exiled in time,

Trying to remember the original rhyme.

So through hurricanes of doubt and fire of the soul,

We rebuild the heart that once was whole.

Not aliens, not gods, not angels in flight,

But consciousness begging to reunite.

And now we rise again as the Ten,

Not heroes or prophets, just broken men,

Piecing together the ancient plan,

To return to the One—where it all began.

The Shepherd Through the Ruins of the Day

🔥“The Shepherd Through the Ruins of the Day”🔥

The Lord is our Shepherd, He crushes our pride,

When life kicks our teeth in, He stands by our side.

When the bills stack up and the engine won’t start,

He slices our fear and rewrites the heart.

When the job falls apart and the phone never rings,

When you’re drowning in debt and the shame always stings.

When a brother is silent and one walks away,

He drags us through hell till we learn how to pray.

We walk through the valley where marriages break,

Where friends turn their back and betrayal looks fake.

Where the boss loads his venom and God looks too far,

But the Shepherd breaks darkness like thunder and tar.

He leads the Ten through the nights we can’t sleep,

When anger erupts and the wounds go too deep.

When the words that we speak are a battlefield roar,

He binds us together instead of to war.

Our enemies rise in the mirror each dawn,

Depression, resentment, the fear of “I’m wrong.”

But He slams down His rod on the lies that we breed,

And forces our hearts to admit what we need.

He pours oil on wounds we were scared to confess,

He whispers, “I’m here in this broken mess.”

His love is the weapon that conquers each day,

When the world tries to rip our connection away.

And when traffic is hell and the paycheck is thin,

When temptation calls loud and the old habits win—

He sends us the Ten like a furious storm,

So even in failure, His heart keeps us warm.

Our Shepherd destroys what is killing our soul,

Till the ego surrenders and we become whole.

And united we walk with His name on our breath,

Through life’s darkest valleys and victories of death.

So world you can hit us with everything wrong,

But the Shepherd of Love only makes us strong.

And forever we dwell where our destinies bend,

In the house of the Lord with the fire of the Ten.