When I Think of the Creator

When I Think of the Creator

When I think of the Creator, He won't let me sleep

Through it all, Torah and Mitzvot I keep

Never forgetting where I belong

My heart keeps singing the same old song

The world grows quiet, the night grows deep

Yet thoughts of connection I gladly keep

For somewhere beyond what these eyes can see

A path of love is calling me

The ego whispers, "Rest awhile"

But the point in the heart won't reconcile

It longs to rise, it longs to start

To join the friends with one common heart

Each friend a candle, each prayer a flame

Though we are many, the goal's the same

To build a vessel strong and true

Where love of others can break through

So if I wander or lose my way

The Ten reminds me where I must stay

And every longing, every tear

Becomes a call for the Creator to hear

For when I think of the Creator above

I feel His answer through the friends' love

And sleepless nights no longer seem wrong

For that's exactly where I belong.

The Flow Chart

 

The Flow Chart

I spent my life with grease-stained hands,

Following lines no man commands.

A truck rolls in, the engine dies,

The answer's never in the cries.

Check the fuel and check the spark,

Follow the path through light and dark.

A dead battery won't start a ride,

No matter how much pride's inside.

A broken wire, a cracked fuel line,

Each fault revealed one step at a time.

Then Rav would speak, and I would see,

The same damn chart inside of me.

Friend rejects friend, the ego roars,

So check the heart before the doors.

Can't find love? Then check your pride.

Can't see truth? The self's inside.

If connection fails, don't blame the ten,

Go back and trace the chart again.

Annul. Include. Enliven. Pray.

The pathway's always been that way.

The mechanic and the sage agree:

Every repair starts honestly.

And when the vessel's torn apart,

The Creator works... through every part.

THE ROSH DECIDES

 

I came with fish clenched hard in hand,

Certain my hunger should command.

He wanted dogs, another route—

And ego rose with sacred doubt.

I thought the war was food or place,

Not Pharaoh screaming for first place.

I called it “truth,” “concern,” “what’s best”—

But self sat grinning in my chest.

The Ten said move. I wanted still.

The Rosh spoke clear. I fought his will.

Not with fists—much worse than that—

A silent “yes”… while pride fought back.

For brutal is the path of few:

Not proving that my choice is true,

But crucifying inner throne

To build one heart above my own.

What is fish? What are hot dogs? Dust.

What is “my way”? A serpent’s lust.

The meal’s not holy—the work is where

I kill the tyrant hiding there.

Before the choice, I speak my part.

I bring my thought, my mind, my heart.

But once the head has drawn the line—

His path, for us, must now be mine.

Because a body torn by pride

Leaves Light outside with self inside.

A thousand “rights” can break the chain,

While one annulled can summon rain.

So cast the lots. Draw out my fate.

Send me where I did not wait.

And let me bless what ego hates—

For there the gate of Heaven waits.

The Rosh decides. My war begins.

Not out there—no. The war within.

Will I divide… or bend and build?

Will self stay crowned… or self be killed?

For every vote and every meal,

Reveals if what we preach is real.

The Ten is forged when wills collide—

And love remains… though self has died.

So break me, friends. Don’t spare my cry.

Strip “me” until “we” learns to fly.

For only those who choose the whole

Can turn a shattered group… to soul.

The Gift They Spit On

THE GIFT THEY SPIT ON

I came with fire cupped in broken hands,

Not gold, not pride—just what love demands.

A verse, a song, a cry for us,

To lift dead hearts from dust to trust.

But some men laughed before they heard,

Killed the gift before the word.

Called it trash, then shut the gate,

As if contempt could conquer fate.

“Don’t bring your shit,” the body cried,

While Rav’s own words they cast aside.

“We don’t care what Rav has said”—

So ego crowned the living dead.

And still I came.

Still took my seat.

Still dragged my shattered soul to meet.

Not for honor. Not for praise.

But because love must walk through hate.

I watched the numbers slowly rise,

From two cold hearts to seven eyes.

So maybe every stone they threw

Was building something strong and true.

Still—it cuts.

Like teeth in bone.

To give your heart and stand alone.

To bring a gift from love’s own thread,

And have your brothers wish it dead.

But here’s the brutal truth I’ve learned:

The friend who’s crushed is where faith burns.

For if I stay when all reject,

Then love is real—not self-respect.

So let them mock.

Let some despise.

Let ego spit its ancient lies.

I did not come for their applause—

I came because the path is law.

And if the Ten is torn by pride,

Then I will stand where truth survives.

Not perfect. Not untouched. Not free.

But love of friends still lives in me.

Because the hardest gate above

Is loving those who kill your love.

And maybe this unbearable pain…

Is where the Ten is born again.

PEACE IN THE WORLD — HASTEN OR BLEED

 We praise the Light, then crawl like dust,

Begging the fire while serving lust.

The Creator’s great—but not by word,

By what breaks inside when truth is heard.

Two roads were carved before man’s feet:

Hasten the soul—or suffer defeat.

Achishena burns through chosen flame,

Be’ito drags through sorrow and shame.

The whip still strikes the one who waits,

Time don’t knock—it devastates.

Pain’s the teacher when pride won’t bend,

Till shattered bones cry out for Ten.

Society ain’t some social chair,

It’s the forge that proves your prayer.

What you breathe into hearts nearby,

Returns as wings—or leaves you dry.

If I bring fire, they hand me sun.

If I bring self, I come undone.

A man alone feeds death its due,

But Ten makes old creation new.

The world finds peace when each one knows:

The Creator’s greatness is what grows.

Not through fear, nor empty cry—

But lifting friends until self dies.

So damn my laziness, scorch my pride,

Don’t let “in time” become my ride.

I choose the path where brothers strain—

To hasten love before forced pain.

CHORUS

Hasten me now—before the rod

Teach my bones the fear of God

Make me fuel for hearts of men

For peace begins inside the Ten

The Key Is The Ten

 THE KEY IS THE TEN

I came with a mouth full of holy sound,

But Heaven weighed what my heart had found.

Not polished prayers or wisdom’s art—

He reads the hunger behind the heart.

The sages lit what I could not see,

Faith is the road when blind is me.

Not what I say, but what I crave,

Decides if I stay a slave.

The Creator knows the lacking flame,

Before my lips can speak His Name.

He sees if I seek for self—or bend

My broken will into the Ten.

For every thought and every deed,

Is measured by the root of need.

And what I plant in friends today,

Becomes the path or blocks the way.

The Ten’s not friends for comfort’s sake,

They are the gate my soul must make.

The key ain’t mine when locked apart—

I place it whole in the common heart.

So if I hunger, let it be

For faith above what’s shown to me.

For what I give, I’ll one day see—

The Ten unlocks eternity.

ONE MAN, ONE HEART, ONE GOAL

 ONE MAN, ONE HEART, ONE GOAL

No one climbs this mountain alone

A single spark won’t make it home

Ten broken hands, ten stubborn scars

Must choose one fire—not separate stars

Not just to feel… not just to hear

But speak it plain so all are clear

Discuss the path, agree as one

One goal before the race is run

Congress ain’t waiting for maybe or when

The work is now—between the ten

Not one can hide in private thought

The common goal must all be sought

I thought my road was mine to bear

My own small cry, my secret prayer

But Rav struck deep—no soul can start

Till all agree with one shared heart

So gather now, no silent nod

No drifting will can reach the God

Speak it. Hold it. Make it whole.

One man. One heart. One chosen goal.

No one can do it alone—now see

The gate won’t open for only me

We speak, agree, and choose the key

Ten become one… and He will be

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