Psalms In The Heart

Poem of Unity in the Ten The greatest work is to unite as one, To seek the Creator till the veil is gone. In every ten the Shechina will shine, A dwelling of mercy, a presence divine. Each comes to his friend with a word to bestow, To share of the path, what the heart longs to know. Annulment in circles, each bending low, So kindness and mercy through heaven will flow. For more than the calf who yearns for the breast, The Giver of life longs to grant us His rest. He hastens to bless where intentions are pure, Revealing His kindness that ever endures. But hidden within is the battle unspoken, The pride of the heart that resists being broken. Without prayer and yearning the ten will not stand, It turns into dust, like castles of sand. So gather with purpose, not friendship alone, For unity’s root is the One we enthrone. Together we rise, above reason we climb, The Shechina revealed in our circle sublime.

From Keter to Binah, and Binah to Malchut From Keter’s crown the light descends, A giving flow that never bends, Binah bows, it will not take, Passive annulment, for Heaven’s sake. “I need no gift, I seek no gain, To be like You, I shun the chain, Content to shine, content to bestow, No hunger within, no urge below.” But Malchut cries with burning need, A vessel vast, a will to feed, It cannot hide, it cannot stay, Its heart must act, must find the way. Active annulment, fire and fight, To turn its darkness into light, To use its hunger, not for “me,” But lift it high, to “You” it’ll be. So faith above what reason knows, Through love of others, the river flows, From crown to kingdom, the circle complete, Annulment transforms the will’s deceit. No lust, no wrath, no greed remain, All turn to joy instead of pain, In faith above, the souls arise, Unconditional love now fills the skies.

when we build the image of the Creator in the ten, it’s truth revealed, not a dream of men. when friends unite and hearts ascend, we speak of Him with no pretend. the faith and love the Creator sends, guide every step to holy ends. His path is greatness, clear and vast, through love of others wrath is cast. anger fades when hearts repair, lust transforms to a yearning prayer. greed turns soft, a hunger to give, in others’ joy we learn to live. unconditional love, the highest light, faith above reason, wings for flight. together as one, our souls are drawn, to the root of love where all is one.

Prayer of a Wounded Nation, Prayer of a Ten The thieves sit high with hearts of stone, they feast on flesh that’s not their own. Insurance cheats, cartel chains, a river of blood runs through our veins. The widows cry, the children shake, the righteous starve while tyrants take. Their castles rise on stolen ground, while justice sleeps and truth is bound. Creator, I am torn apart, a raging fire floods my heart. I cannot fight them, I cannot win, but in the Ten, we’ll rise again. Take this fury, raw and wild, this broken faith, this grieving child, and weave it tight with threads of love, to storm the gates of You above. For only when our hearts unite, the darkness cracks, reveals Your light. No vengeance, Lord, no sword, no gun, just one prayer beating, all as one. So hear us now, we bleed, we bend, but in connection, wounds will mend. And all the lies, the chains, the shame, will burn to ash inside Your flame. Amen.

Shamati 31 – Cleaving to the Light Psalm 84 – How Lovely Is Your Dwelling Place My soul’s desire: to cleave to Light, To dwell where day outshines the night. Through cracks of ego, glimpses gleam, Of a home beyond the mortal dream. “How lovely is,” the Psalm declares, Your dwelling place — free from despairs. Each heart united with Divine, Finds rest in ways beyond time. Not stone nor temple walls suffice, But souls in union: pure, precise. When ten hearts beat in unison, The Highest Home in us is won. We journey not for self but all, Ascending where the lights recall, Our sacred place of unity, Where dwellings shine in sanctity.

Shamati 27 – Unification in the Ten Psalm 133 – How Good and Pleasant “How good and pleasant,” the Psalmist cried, When brothers dwell with hearts untied. Unity — not in words alone, But in a soul where love is grown. The Ten arise as mirrors true, Reflecting self in each other’s view. When ego fades, we find one goal: To heal the heart, to cleanse the soul. Like morning dew on Zion’s hills, This union deeper meaning fills. Our greatest ritual is not law, But friendship’s bond that conquers flaw. Together bound, together free, Through giving self to harmony. How good it is, how sweet the sound, When Heaven’s breath on us is found.

Shamati 26 – The Inner Thought Psalm 121 – I Lift Up My Eyes to the Hills Each restless thought within my breast, Seeks power, light, a fleeting rest. Yet all thoughts rise, then fall away, Unless the heart joins what we pray. “I lift my eyes to hills,” he said, But strength flows not from mount ahead. The help I claim lies not in height, But in shared breath, in friends’ delight. Within the Ten, my soul takes flight, When inner thought aligns with Light. No lonely path, no distant call— But unity that lifts us all. Ever watchful, ever near, The Inner Thought dissolves my fear. Not in the peaks, but in the symphony, Of hearts as one, in proximity.