The Partzuf Within

 

The Partzuf Within

Before form there was only a cry,

A wanting that did not know why.

A hunger burning deep inside,

A will to receive it could not hide.

The Light approached — simple, whole, kind,

But shattered the peace of the mind.

For pleasure received without care

Left shame awakening there.

So the desire learned to restrain,

Not to kill want — but change the gain.

A silence formed… a sacred stop,

Malchut refusing to simply drop.

And there inside that inward pause,

A Head was born — obeying laws.

The Rosh now asks before delight:

“Can this be taken for the Light?”

Calculation — subtle and thin,

Not what I want… but Who I’m in.

The desire weighs what it may receive,

Only what love can truly give.

Then comes the Toch, the felt embrace,

Where Light and intention share one place.

Pleasure enters — calm and bright,

Because reception now serves the Light.

And oh how different pleasure feels

When bestowal turns the wheels.

No longer burning, grasping flame,

But quiet joy without self-name.

Yet limits come — they must appear,

The Sof draws boundary clear.

“What cannot be for Him above

Remains outside the act of love.”

So Light departs where aim is lost,

Not punishment — correction’s cost.

And emptiness returns again,

Preparing stronger Kelim within.

Thus every Partzuf lives in you,

Each rising when intention’s true.

Desire itself never dies —

It learns through screens to realize.

We feel this not in thought alone,

But when the heart becomes unknown —

When pleasure waits before it starts,

And love calculates within our hearts.

Then suddenly you sense the shift:

Receiving turns into a gift.

And what once chained the soul apart

Becomes a vessel… called a heart.

Which Horse You Ride

 “Which Horse You Ride”

The changes in the world are strange at best

People argue and fight, releasing the ego's nest

Never realizing that’s one of the ego's tools

When they use it, it leaves us feeling like fools

When we stop, think and decide

Which horse you're gonna ride

The one that bucks and kicks you off

Or the one that whispers so nice and soft

One runs on anger, pride, and fear

It shouts so loud you think it's clear

It promises power, respect, and fame

But leaves you empty, full of blame

The other is quiet, you barely hear

It speaks through love, draws friends near

It asks for nothing, just to give

And shows the only way to live

One horse runs wild, tearing apart

The other rides straight through the heart

One throws you down in dust and pain

The other walks you home again

So look at the reins you hold so tight

Ask who is leading in this fight

The ego screams, “Take all you can!”

The soul just whispers, “Love your man.”

Two Choices, One Voice

 Born into a system with two sets of rules

One all for self and the other to give away all your jewels

One is awake and the other asleep

One wants to give and the other to keep

The trick is to step back and see

What is fighting for your power complete

Two voices inside, both pulling the reins

One promises pleasure, the other brings pains

One builds a prison you never can see

The other unlocks what you’re meant to be

The one that takes whispers, “Think only of you”

The one that gives asks, “What can love do?”

One feeds the hunger that never is filled

The other grows quiet where faith can be built

So stand in the middle, don’t run, don’t pretend

Just watch who is speaking, and who is your friend

For power is chosen in each breath you make

To give for the truth, while the ego takes

The Fire We Aim

Envy, Lust and Honor, gifts from above

Showing us how to use them to promote love

We can use them for corporal desires

But the second you do you extinguish the fire

Chasing the body, the praise, and the throne

Leaves a man empty, cold, and alone

You fill up the pockets but starve the soul

Each selfish step digs a deeper hole

But envy the friends and the path that they take

Lust for connection that none can fake

Honor the ones who walk truthfully near

And suddenly love begins to appear

Oh turn that fire, let it rise up high

Lift the friends’ hearts to the open sky

What burned for self now lights the way

Love in the ten grows day by day

What once burned wild for self and for gain

Now warms the heart and softens the pain

The same fierce fire that once pulled apart

Now lights the ten and ignites the heart

See the ten as new with each sunrise

No fault in the friend, just mirrors for the eyes

Take their desires, make them your own

Raise them together to the One on the throne

Oh turn that fire, let it rise up high

Lift the friends’ hearts to the open sky

What burned for self now lights the way

Love in the ten grows day by day

So turn it around when the ego takes aim

Don’t kill the fire, just redirect the flame

These gifts were given so love could be shown

A vessel of bestowal the Creator calls home

Oh turn that fire, let it rise up high

Lift the friends’ hearts to the open sky

What burned for self now lights the way

Love in the ten grows day by day

Climbing The Mountain Of ME

 Climbing The Mountain Of ME

A man walks proud, says, “I’m strong, I’m fine,”

But trips on the same old wants every time.

He swears he’s good, he means no harm,

Then grabs for self with a greedy arm.

A hill shows up, but it’s no small mound,

It’s a mountain of “me” piled high on the ground.

Each thought for self, each secret deal,

Stacks one more rock the heart must feel.

He fights that hill, slips on the clay,

Curses the dark that blocks the way.

Shouts at the sky, “Why me? Why now?”

While feeding the beast he won’t disavow.

Then comes the spice, so plain, so light,

Not a sword, not a grand big fight.

Just words of Torah, a quiet flame,

That slowly tames the inner shame.

The evil voice don’t die or flee,

It just sits down more quietly.

Still grins, still waits, still wants its share,

But now there’s help in the air.

So man keeps walking, bruised but true,

With love in sight and work to do.

The hill is self, the path is above—

A brutal road, all wrapped in love.

Our Only Demand

 We gather to connect, not for comfort, not for fame,

But to build a place where the Creator can reveal His Name.

There is no other goal, no side road, no clever disguise,

Only the bond between hearts where the true connection lies.

He holds us together in ways we don’t yet feel,

Gives us the texts, the path, the hunger that is real.

Like arms around a child that we’re too numb to see,

His embrace is constant, but we lack the sensitivity.

Everything in me, every thought, every fall, every climb,

I attribute to Him, in the Ten and alone in time.

Each friend a doorway, each moment a hidden sign,

That nothing in this life was ever truly mine.

Until the day arrives when the veil is finally torn,

And the revelation within the connection is born.

A person must yearn, must ache, must plead from deep inside,

For the moment the Creator no longer has to hide.

At first I search for the friend, for a hand I can hold,

For warmth in the circle, for hearts that are bold.

But slowly it changes, the picture becomes clear,

Through the friend’s form, the Creator appears.

The difference fades between the friend and the King,

As light through a vessel begins to sing.

And what finally remains when the searching is through,

Is the Creator revealed in the friend standing next to you.

The Judge In My Chest

 The Judge in My Chest

I put on a robe like I’m holy and wise,

But the judge in my chest sees straight through the disguise.

I rule in my favor, I bend every law,

Then gasp in pure shock at the faults that I saw.

I pound on the table, “I’m righteous! I’m right!”

While feeding my ego all day and all night.

I sentence the world for the things that they do,

Then quietly pardon the same things in me too.

I call it “bestowal,” I call it “the climb,”

But most of the time I’m just serving my slime.

I polish my halo, adjust it just so,

While hiding the horns that continue to grow.

The truth is a mirror I try to avoid,

It shows me how much of my love is employed

To serve only self with a sweet holy grin,

While whispering prayers through a mouth full of sin.

I judge all the friends like I’m seated above,

Yet starve them inside of the smallest of love.

Then cry to the heavens, “Why don’t I feel light?”

While blocking the door with my own inner fight.

But the Judge never shouts, never strikes, never shames,

He just holds up the truth and calls me by name.

“Look close, stubborn heart, this ruling is true—

The one you must sentence is always just you.”

And covered in laughter, in mercy, in grace,

Love stands there smiling me straight in the face.

No gavel of anger, no cold iron rod,

Just truth wrapped in warmth from the hands of my God.