**🌍 “Eight Billion Cries, One Beating Heart”

By William S. Becker 

We wake each morning already afraid,

Dragging yesterday’s battles into the life we’ve made.

The coffee spills, the car won’t start,

And some stranger cuts us off, driving straight through our heart.

The boss snaps orders like we’re not alive,

While we fake one smile just trying to survive.

Our phones keep buzzing with the world’s despair,

Eight billion souls screaming, “Does anyone care?”

A mother cries quietly so her kids won’t know,

A father breaks slowly with no safe place to go.

A teenager hides the storm inside his chest,

Searching for one real friend to give his heart some rest.

We walk around wounded pretending we’re strong,

But the suffering shows we’ve had it wrong all along.

For every crack in me is a crack in you,

And only together can we break through.

But when I lift your spirit from the floor,

My own heart rises even more.

When I warm your hands in the freezing night,

The Creator slips inside and fills us with Light.

When I let you speak out what you fear,

Something sacred whispers, “I’m right here.”

When I hold your burden and let mine fall,

Our shattered pieces become a whole for all.

This world won’t heal from power or wealth,

But from loving your friend more than yourself.

For when our hearts connect and softly ignite,

Eight billion cries become one beam of Light.

So let’s gather the broken, the lost, the unheard,

Turn every pain into a holy word.

Let’s build a bond that the angels will see—

A living example of what humans can be.

And maybe one day the world will find

That love was the cure we left behind.

For beneath the suffering the truth stands clear:

We were meant to heal each other right here.

🔥 Psalm 34 — William S. Becker 🔥

🔥 Psalm 34 — William S. Becker 🔥

I cried from the pit where the shadows grow tall,

Where the ego claws upward trying to make me fall.

But the Creator bent low to the crack in my chest,

Whispered, “Rise, My son… even broken is blessed.”

I boasted in nothing, for nothing was mine,

My pride was a thief dressed in thoughts so divine.

But the meek heard my trembling and answered my cry,

A Ten made of heaven pulled me up to the sky.

Taste and you’ll see that His sweetness is real,

Though He hides it in hunger the heart must reveal.

He breaks us like bread till our arrogance dies,

Then He feeds us His love… as the tears fill our eyes.

The lions of ego roar loud in the night,

Claiming strength, demanding praise, feeding off light.

But those who seek Him with hands open and bare

Will lack nothing at all, for He meets them right there.

Come children, draw near—learn the terror of good,

The fear that dissolves the “I” where you stood.

Guard your tongue from the poison your anger would spill,

For one word from the heart can bless… or kill.

Turn from your fires that burn what you love,

Do deeds pulled upward from the world above.

Seek out the peace that your ego denies,

And run after unity till your last breath dies.

His eyes are upon us when we shatter in pain,

He gathers each fragment again and again.

But the face of the Maker turns harsh as a blade

Against the desire that keeps us afraid.

The cry of the broken He never ignores,

He storms into exile and shatters the doors.

Close is the Creator to hearts crushed and torn,

He births the new soul where the old self was worn.

Many are the blows that the righteous must take,

For He carves them with mercy until they awake.

But through every wound, every fall, every night,

He delivers the spirit back into the Light.

The hatred of evil destroys itself first,

It drinks its own venom to quench its dark thirst.

But He redeems every servant who learns how to bend—

And no one who trusts Him will break in the end.

Each One Shall Help His Friend — The Inner Battle

Each One Shall Help His Friend — The Inner Battle

A brother falls silent, his light grown thin,

I see the prison bars he’s locked within.

For no man escapes the dungeon alone,

The ego won’t loosen what it thinks it owns.

I tear my own chest just to let him in,

To feel his sorrow beneath my skin.

For only a friend can lift that weight,

Only shared hearts can unseal that gate.

When his spirit breaks, mine cracks too,

Because my correction is seeing him through.

His lack is the hollowness inside my bone,

His cry is the echo of a truth I’ve known.

So I drag his soul from the pit with mine,

Bleeding together is how we climb.

I give him the strength I don’t even possess,

’Til both of us rise from this merciless test.

We kill the lie that we stand apart,

The poison whisper that divides the heart.

We learn the secret the sages penned:

No one is redeemed except by a friend.

And when he breathes again, alive and renewed,

I taste the Creator inside his mood.

For lifting his spirit is how I ascend,

Brutally shattered—reborn—

Through the love of a friend.

When The Ego Scratches The Door

**💔 “When the Ego Scratches at the Door”

I feel the beast claw at my skin,

Begging for a place to begin.

It whispers poison in my ear,

Promising power, masking fear.

It rises fast when I feel slighted,

Turning holy moments crooked and blighted.

It wants the last word, the louder shout,

It wants to win — that’s all it’s about.

And I stand trembling, fists clenched tight,

Trying to choose the path of light.

But the rage inside begins to swell,

Dragging me close to its private hell.

To hold it back is a war each day,

Like tying a monster that won’t obey.

It breaks its chains with a wicked grin,

Then laughs and says, “You’ll never win.”

I bite my tongue until it bleeds,

Praying the Creator will hear my pleas.

“Don’t let me speak… don’t let me fall…

Don’t let my brothers receive my gall.”

Some days I crack, I slip, I break,

Give the ego more than it should take.

It leaves me shattered on the floor,

Ashamed I opened that cursed door.

Yet in the pain, a spark ignites,

A trembling yearning for true heights.

I rise again, bruised and torn,

A heart rebuilt from being worn.

I whisper, “Friends, I’m nothing — see?

Take what’s left and annul this me.”

For only through you do I stand a chance

To silence the beast’s unholy dance.

And in that moment of surrender deep,

The soul awakens from its sleep.

The ego fades, its claws undone,

And I remember: We are one.

The EGO's Confession

The Ego’s Confession

I am the voice that rose inside his chest,

The serpent whisper saying I know best.

I lit the spark, I pushed the shove,

I tore him away from the circle of love.

I made him think he was guarding the light,

While I was the one picking a fight.

I laughed as he walked out the door,

That’s what I live for—just one moment more.

I dress myself as justice, truth, and care,

I say, “You’re right! They’re wrong! Don’t you dare!”

But deep inside I’m rotting, crude, obscene,

A parasite of pride, cold and unclean.

I saw the unity forming bright and strong,

So I whispered poison, “They’re doing it wrong.”

I fed on the chaos—my favorite feast—

And he forgot I’m the man-eating beast.

But now I stand exposed before his friends,

Naked in shame as the pretense ends.

I used his heart, I broke his calm,

And now I tremble before their psalm.

I know he hates me—and he should, it’s true,

For every holy thing I undo.

But Creator, You made me sharp as a knife,

So he’d learn to carve out a higher life.

And brothers, hear me: I beg you too,

Please help him rise above what I do.

For only in you can he silence my roar,

And leave me outside the spiritual door.

I am the ego—small, loud, insane—

A speck of dust pretending to reign.

But his love for you is stronger than me,

And through you all, he longs to be free.

A Poem of Forgiveness, Annulment, and the Ego I Cannot Stand

I rose too fast when the fire hit my chest,

My ego roared louder than all the rest.

I thought I was guarding the truth we defend,

But instead I broke unity I vowed to mend.

The moment was tiny, but my anger was great,

I let one foolish spark decide my fate.

I should have bowed low, let the moment just pass,

Instead I split the air like shattered glass.

Forgive me, brothers, for missing the mark,

For turning the light into something dark.

I should’ve annulled, just swallowed my pride,

Not let that wild beast drag me outside.

Creator, You scripted the whole damn play,

Every word, every clash, every slip of the day.

Yet still I let this ego that I deeply despise

Blind my heart and poison my eyes.

I didn’t mean harm; I just wanted what’s true,

But truth without love turns holy into blue.

So here’s my heart naked—broken but real—

Asking forgiveness for the pain I made you feel.

If I could, I’d tear out the ego by hand,

Burn it to ash, bury it in the sand.

But You made it strong so I’d learn to bend,

And rise again closer to You—and my friends.

So tonight, as the lesson pours through each vein,

Let this crack in me open a spiritual gain.

May my fall be a step, not a stagger or slip—

A plea for the strength to annul and not trip.

Let us return to the circle, one heart, one fire,

Rising above every clash, every desire.

And may my brothers feel clearly, in every breath,

My devotion to unity—stronger than death.

HOW TO STOP THE EGO FROM REACTING

We ask how to stop the ego from its ride,

That beast that bursts from deep inside.

It grabs our nerves before we decide,

Turning every whisper into raging tide.

It fires emotions that make it fly,

It storms the heart before we question “why?”

It bites our thoughts before we can try

To stand in faith and not reply.

So how do we freeze that serpent’s stride,

And cut its claws before they’re wide?

We do the one thing Rabash implied—

We silently pray for the Creator to guide.

For the ego reacts from a place not true,

A phantom shadow pretending it’s you.

But the moment you pause, the moment you review,

A crack opens up—and the Light can break through.

We don’t fight the ego; we let it be.

We rise above reason, we choose to see

That every eruption is a chance to plea:

“Creator, annul me—connect me to Thee.”

And in that stillness the storm subsides,

The waves calm down, the fury hides.

Not by our power—the heart confides—

But by a prayer that quietly rides.

So we stop reacting not by might,

Not by wisdom, nor by fight.

We stop because we choose the Light—

And beg the Creator to choose us right.

The Past Has Teeth, But We Hold the Reins

A poem by William S. Becker

I dig through the files of a world gone mad,

Every secret bleeding proof of what we never had.

We cling to the past like a rusted chain,

Letting old ghosts carve new wounds of pain.

We stare at the darkness hoping it blinks,

Drowning in memories the ego still drinks.

All those lies we swallowed as truth,

Stealing tomorrow, poisoning youth.

But brother… sister… the future ain’t dead—

It waits in the silence between hearts we’ve bled.

It waits where our broken souls lean to pray,

Where connection grows stronger than yesterday.

The world is shattered but not beyond repair,

If ten hearts unite the heavens will tear.

We rise from the ashes the moment we choose

To stop worshiping wounds we were destined to lose.

Through unity we rewrite every crime,

Reverse the decay of humanity’s time.

The past had its chance—now love takes the lead,

Planting light in the soil where the wicked sowed greed.

I’ve seen how a single embrace from the ten

Can resurrect hope from the dirtiest den.

We mend what was broken in every man’s fall,

For in one heart beating—we rewrite it all.

So let the old world crumble in its disgrace,

Let its shadows scream as we take our place.

For connection is fire, and together we rise—

A new future is written in our tear-stained eyes.

And the past?

Let it rot in the files where the guilty once hid—

For we choose the Creator…

And the hearts of our friends…

Over everything they did.

Poem by William S. Becker

I reach for the Light but it slips through my hand,

My heart feels like dust on a desolate land.

They promised me sweetness, a Torah alive,

But all that I taste is a desert that strives.

It’s brutal to face that the fault isn’t mine,

It’s the ego inside me that steals the Divine.

It drains every drop, every hope, every prayer,

Till I’m gasping for life in an airless despair.

But then comes a whisper: “Afflictions are many,

Yet the Lord will deliver, He won’t forget any.”

So I fall to the ground and the tears start to flow,

Begging the Creator to lift what I know.

For I’ve fought every battle, tried all that I could,

But nothing has shifted the evil for good.

And right when I break—when I lose all I’ve been—

That’s when He enters…

and delivers me in.

my attempt at turning Shamati 36 into a poem

I was born in a body that only knew “take,”

A beast filled with hunger, a bottomless ache.

Clawing at life with a desperate scream,

Thinking this world was more than a dream.

Then the second body rose from the ash of my sin,

A trembling vessel too fragile to hold anything in.

It loved and it hated the Light in one breath,

As the ego fought back with the promise of death.

This body would kneel but refuse to let go,

It begged for the fire that teaches the soul how to grow.

Every prayer felt broken, every night felt long,

Yet the Creator whispered, “Child, you are already strong.”

And from that whisper the third body began,

A body not flesh, but the birth of a man.

Not a beast, not a beggar, but a giver of Light,

Who rises above reason in the darkest of night.

Now I walk with all three—like wounds in my chest,

The past that still haunts, the work in each test.

But the love of the Creator turns every scar gold,

And the body He promised begins to unfold.

So break me again if it teaches me grace,

Carve Your Name in the cracks of my face.

For I’ve lived in three bodies and painfully see—

Every death You gave was just birth back to Thee.

Rabash's Voice

“Rabash’s Voice”

by William S. Becker

When Rabash speaks, my heart jumps.

His words cut deep, like truth that thumps.

TES rolls out like living fire,

Burning doubt, lifting my desire.

I feel him close, almost near.

A warmth of love, a joy sincere.

Each tone he gave still shakes my chest,

Like he’s calling me to rise, to rest.

The world Kli waits, breath held tight.

We salivate for that ancient light.

His lessons drip like honeyed flame,

Healing wounds we never name.

Short lines.

Sharp heat.

Pure love.

No retreat.

When Rabash speaks, I melt inside.

My ego breaks, my truths collide.

His voice becomes a guiding hand—

And suddenly…

I can stand.

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

The answer to all is inside our heart

The vibrations are set but how to start

These thoughts I fear are not my own

The words I hear as the sages have shown

They echo deep where the cracks still bleed,

Exposing every selfish need.

Brutal truth that tears me apart—

But a sweetness grows inside my heart.

For in that break the Light comes through,

A whisper saying, “I’m shaping you.”

Not for comfort, pride, or gain,

But to rise in love above your pain.

And when I fall from faith each day,

My brothers lift me back the way.

They bind my fears, they raise my plea,

Till all our hearts form one degree.

So let the doubts erupt and roar,

That’s how the soul unlocks its door.

For every lie the ego screams,

The Creator sends a wave of dreams—

A higher pull, a silent shove,

A hidden blow wrapped up in love.

And step by step the path is shown,

Till His desire becomes my own.

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.