Welcome to Psalms in the Heart. This blog is a living journal of inner work—raw, honest, and rooted in connection. Here you’ll find poems, reflections, songs, and insights born from everyday life, spiritual study, and the ongoing struggle between the ego and the desire for truth. These writings are not polished sermons or distant philosophy. They come from the road, the workday, the quiet moments, and the storms of the heart. They explore love of friends, responsibility for one another, faith
This Life we Live is not our own
The Group is Where your Vessel is found
Voids of Confusion
Voids
of confusion fall with the nightly rains
Howling
winds filled with misery and pain
As nature seeks the correction of man
And man seeks all the pleasures at hand
Comets dash across the nightly sky
Bringing man to wonder why
Why he is here what is the point
As he puffs on another joint
Trying madly to kill this pain
Checking just if he has gone insane
Having it all and feeling so lost
What has his accomplishments truly cost
Now he has a chance to make right what is wrong
Now comes the wisdom for which he has longed
The wisdom that shows man how to change
Not what is outside him that remains the same
But all of his essence from take to give
This is a chance to for once truly live
A life of freedom unlike what we know
A chance to be as the sages do show
United in heart and in soul
Together as one Truly whole
Caught In A Maze
No More Sorrow
can gain
brothers
you feel
fences
shown
we have sown
within
Work
fulfill?
flight
fear
Your Desire Becomes Mine
YOUR DESIRE BECOMES MINE I looked at you and saw a friend, But never knew where you begin, I carried mine, you carried thine, Until your des...
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Return to your Heart Insist and know the creator is one The creator is behind all that is done To use the evil and love that exists in your...
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Emotions rise and fall Like oceans squalls Tossing and turning Hearts a burning Where does it all lead Why is there so much gree...
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We came as beasts, with teeth and claws, Each guarding self with iron laws. The bread of shame burned in our hand, We’d eat, then choke, on ...