Psalms In The Heart

  Born a fool, with no flame in the night, No hunger for wisdom, no yearning for Light— The drop is decreed, “weakling, fool,” so it seems, Condemned to the dust, to a life without dreams. Yet the Creator, in mercy, He scattered the seeds, Planted the righteous to answer our needs. For alone we are ashes, corpses that rot, But beside the great ones, new powers are caught. The fool has no vessel, no craving, no fight, But he cleaves to the righteous—receives their delight. What I lack from my birth, I inherit through them, As a beggar made king in Jerusalem. Without them, my Torah is poison, a knife, But with them it blossoms and gives me true life. So wicked or righteous is not in the bone, It’s chosen in love, it’s chosen in home. So I fall on my face, in weakness I cry, “Friends, lift me upward, don’t let me die!” And the Creator replies with a whisper above: “You are righteous through them… through faith, through love.”

  In the womb of our love hides a truth yet concealed, Our ego screams loudly, refusing to yield. It whispers, “You’re nothing, you’ll fail and you’ll fall,” It builds up a tower, then crushes it all. Alone we are broken, confused and deceived, No hope in the heart, no faith to believe. The mind runs in circles, the soul turns to stone, Each step that we take feels colder, alone. But then—like a spark in the dark of the night, The heart cracks wide open and lets in the Light. The friends stand beside us, their hands interlaced, The fire of love burns the ego erased. And there in the center, the secret is shown: One heart, one desire, one truth we’ve been shown. The path of the Ten, the Creator’s own art, His love beats eternal in one united heart. Through Hitbatlut — we bow and annul, Through Hitkalelut — we mix, heart and soul. Through Hitpa’alut — His Light floods apart, One breath, one desire, one love, one heart

 The line descends, a whisper, thin, A pipeline drawn, where worlds begin. It bends, it arcs, it rounds the night, Each circle born from endless Light. Keter first, so near, so high, The crown that kisses Ein Sof’s sky. Hochma follows, wisdom’s flame, Then Bina forms, her womb, her name. One by one the rings are spun, Until the tenth, where work is done. Malchut waits, the vessel’s call, Embracing circles, one through all. Ten within ten, the dance complete, Each step a heartbeat, calm, discreet. The order sings, the Light does flow, From endless heights to depths below.

 Poem for the Ten I was born weak, my vessel so small, No wisdom, no craving, no strength at all. Alone I would fall, my Torah be dust, But in you, my friends, I place all my trust. Through your fire I’m lifted, your yearning my guide, Your love is the shelter where I can abide. Not wicked or righteous by nature’s decree— But righteous through you, for you carry me.

 Born a fool, with no flame in the night, No hunger for wisdom, no yearning for Light— The drop is decreed, “weakling, fool,” so it seems, Condemned to the dust, to a life without dreams. Yet the Creator, in mercy, He scattered the seeds, Planted the righteous to answer our needs. For alone we are ashes, corpses that rot, But beside the great ones, new powers are caught. The fool has no vessel, no craving, no fight, But he cleaves to the righteous—receives their delight. What I lack from my birth, I inherit through them, As a beggar made king in Jerusalem. Without them, my Torah is poison, a knife, But with them it blossoms and gives me true life. So wicked or righteous is not in the bone, It’s chosen in love, it’s chosen in home. So I fall on my face, in weakness I cry, “Friends, lift me upward, don’t let me die!” And the Creator replies with a whisper above: “You are righteous through them… through faith, through love.”

  Rosh Hashanah Cry The shofar breaks the silent night, It calls us back to love, to Light. The world kli trembles, torn apart, Yet hope still burns within the heart. The ego shouts, “It’s mine, not yours!” But faith above reason reopens the doors. Together as one, we rise and we pray, That love will be written and never decay. Creator, bind us, soul to soul, Repair the vessel, make it whole. A new year dawns, the heavens sing, Inscribe us in love beneath Your wing.

  Rosh Hashanah Cry of the Ten The shofar breaks silence, it pierces the air, A cry from our hearts that we all must bear. Israel rises, one voice, one song, To crown our Creator, to Whom we belong. We tremble and yearn, for the year now renewed, Each prayer is a vessel, each tear is imbued. Not for ourselves, but the whole world to see, That “The Lord is our God” for eternity. Our sins we confess, our pride we let fall, The King takes His throne in the hearts of us all. The judgment is heavy, yet mercy shines through, For He seeks our return, to make us anew. So, friends, my beloved, my brothers, my kin, Let’s rise above reason, let faith flood within. May our Ten be the spark that ignites every soul, Till Israel glorifies Him, and the world is made whole.