ARVUT — KILL THE I

I came here looking for something more,

tired of knocking on the same damn door.

This beastly life had run its course,

but I still couldn't find the source.

Then came the friends and made it clear,

the thing I needed was already here.

Not in myself, not in my mind,

but in the brothers I left behind.

Advertise the goal until I see,

there ain't no road that's meant for me.

Raise the greatness of the Creator high,

until there's nowhere left for the I.

Friend tells friend and group tells group,

until we're pulled into one loop.

Each one building the other's desire,

each one throwing wood on the fire.

I don't need Arvut to save my skin,

I need Arvut to bury what's within.

That stubborn bastard screaming, “ME!”

that keeps my heart from being free.

So crush my pride with brutal love,

and raise the greatness from above.

Let me disappear inside the ten,

and find my true existence then.

The deficiency must fit the plan,

not what the ego wants from man.

The thought of creation sets the aim—

to make us one, not praise my name.

And when the world has had enough

of empty promises and useless stuff,

it too will finally ask us why:

What do we gain when we kill the I?

Then we can show what we came to prove:

connection is not something you improve.

It's where the shattered pieces start—

Arvut is one collective heart.

Searching For Truth

 As the skies clear and the rain subsides,

There is no reason to continue to hide.

When the heart opens and new thoughts come in,

Giving each person a place to begin.

Searching the Reshimo for something clear,

A spark from within that is drawing us near.

A memory awakened, a point in the heart,

Calling us forward, showing where to start.

It wasn't by chance that the question appeared,

Or all of the walls we struggled and feared.

Each fall left a mark, each sorrow a clue,

Until something deeper came breaking on through.

The Reshimo awakens—but I cannot climb,

Alone in myself, wasting my time.

I need all my brothers, their hearts joined with mine,

For only together do sparks start to shine.

So let the rain fall, let the old world depart,

The road to the Creator begins in the heart.

We search not alone for the truth we pursue—

I find Him in them, and they find Him in you.

Don't Hide Your Face

DON'T HIDE YOUR FACE

If your head is in the right place,

Don't hide your face.

Don't regret the past,

Those sensations won't last.

What happened before

Don't carry no more.

You stumbled, you fell,

But you lived through that hell.

Yesterday's gone,

So get yourself on.

There's nothing to chase—

Just stand in your place.

The scars that you wear

Say that you were there.

So straighten your back,

And don't you look back.

If your head is in the right place,

Don't hide your face.

Let yesterday pass—

Those sensations won't last.

 

Because You Led Us to Them

Creator, how could we ever repay

The ones You placed along our way?

When we were sleeping, deaf and blind,

You sent us teachers for our time.

Baal HaSulam tore the heavens wide,

And laid the wisdom at our side.

Through pain and struggle, year by year,

He wrote the path and made it clear.

He didn't write for wealth or fame,

He wrote to set our hearts aflame.

He gave his life so we could see

The road from self to unity.

Then Rabash came and showed us how—

Not someday, brothers. Here and now.

Annul yourself. Embrace the friend.

Begin again, and then again.

He showed us love is not a word,

Not some sweet bullshit we have heard.

Love is the work when ego screams—

To choose the friends above our dreams.

Then Rav Laitman took their flame,

And carried forward in their name.

Day after day, through thick and thin,

He points us toward the work within.

No promises of easy roads.

No pretty lies to lighten loads.

Just: Find the Ten. Connect. Unite.

And there you'll find the upper Light.

Creator—

Of everything that You could give,

You showed us why we're here to live.

You woke a hunger deep inside,

Then placed these teachers as our guide.

So what damn words could ever do

To give sufficient thanks to You?

For Baal HaSulam.

For Rabash.

For Rav.

For every word that broke our heart,

Then showed us where the work must start.

We owe them more than words can say.

We owe them how we live each day.

And if one day we reach that place

Where hatred disappears through grace,

Where every heart becomes as one—

We'll know exactly where it begun:

The Creator woke us from our sleep—

And gave us teachers we could keep.

They gave us everything they knew.

Now let our lives say:

THANK YOU.

WIthout the Friends

 

Without the Friends

Alone I walk in circles,

Convinced that I can see,

But without the love of friends,

There is no path for me.

The friend becomes my lifeline,

The Ten becomes my ground,

For when we rise together,

The Creator can be found.

This world is torn by hatred,

By every selfish end,

But every wound can start to heal

When stranger becomes friend.

So we cannot sit in silence,

While the world is torn apart,

We have to teach connection—

From heart to human heart.

No speeches filled with bullshit,

No promises from above—

The greatest thing that we can hold

Is one another's love.

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 desire became mine.

What troubles you, what makes you ache,

What burden can I help you take?

Can I use this heart of mine,

To carry yours along with mine?

But there I find a wall inside,

The Will to Receive that wants to hide,

It asks me, “What is there for me?”

And builds a wall where love should be.

I push against it, try once more,

But cannot open up the door,

And through my failure I finally see,

The strength I need won't come from me.

So from the heart a prayer will rise,

No empty words, no compromise,

“Creator, help me cross this line,

Let his desire become as mine.”

For every friend contains a part,

Of that one broken, shattered heart,

And piece by piece we reunite,

Until one Kli can hold the Light.

So let me hear what friends reveal,

Not only listen—but learn to feel,

For when your need becomes as mine,

Our hearts can turn toward the Divine. 

“The Ladder He Left Behind.”

 Baal HaSulam lived a difficult life

Filled with trouble, pain and strife

Yet through it all he found a way

To bring the wisdom to our day

He saw a world consumed by hate

And knew mankind could not just wait

He knew the answer had to be

For man to rise above the me

To join together heart to heart

For this is where the work must start

He showed us how to organize

How through the friends a man can rise

How ten can gather and become

As if the many were but one

He worked and wrote both day and night

To open for us the path to Light

Not for riches, not for fame

Not so the world would know his name

But for the souls who someday might

Need his words to find the Light

His troubles came, his hardships grew

Still he continued what he knew

For somewhere deep within his heart

He knew his writings were a start

A road for those who came behind

A way for mankind to finally find

That all the hatred we must rise above

And build between us only love

Baal HaSulam has gone away

Yet still his words are here today

And every time the Ten becomes one

The work he started carries on