Psalms In The Heart

Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task It requires we remove our egoistic masks It’s about what you feel inside your chest As we wear Faith’s vest But the path is paved with storms we hide Where love and hatred clash inside Where every step exposes schemes The ego sews into our dreams You rise, you fall, you curse the climb You swear you’ll quit a thousand times Yet something whispers, soft and true— “This pain is love awakening you.” For Lishma is born from shattered pride From tears you’d rather keep inside Until the Ten becomes your breath, Your shield of life, your truth from death. And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild, Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child And lifts it where no reason dares, To the place the Creator answers prayers. So fall again, rise twice as strong— This broken road is where you belong. For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb, But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”

A world built on shattered dreams Builds a hopeless reality so it seems Living a life powered by greed Makes you think there’s more you need But deep in the hollow where pain resides The truth begins to split your sides — For all that you gather will turn into dust, And strip you bare of your wicked trust. Yet inside that emptiness, cold and stark, A whisper ignites like a flame in the dark: “Your hunger was never for gold or fame — It was the Creator calling your name.” So stumble, fall, and bleed if you must, Till ego breaks down into sacred dust. For when the heart cracks open wide, The Light comes rushing in from the other side. And the more you give, the more you find That love was the treasure you left behind — A world rebuilt from the heart’s true plea, Shattered no more… only unity.

I searched through the cosmos to truly feel The truth behind what don’t feel real I have scoured through countless text Only to discover I don’t know what comes next For every page was a mirror to me Showing the cracks I refused to see And every crack was a doorway wide Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.” I chased the stars for a drop of proof, But the answer was hiding under my roof— Buried in friends, in the love we sow, In the broken places where prayers still grow. I wanted secrets, ancient and vast, But found the future stitched in the past; Found that everything false must fall apart Before faith above reason can enter the heart. So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies, With a trembling heart that finally cries: “All that I sought was never out there— It was You in the center of this despair.” And the truth that hides in the cosmic view: There is nothing to find—only something to do. To love the Ten, to rise above, To turn my shattered self to love.

🌍 The Frequency of Faith and Love ( William S. Becker ) When our broken hearts unite as one, a trembling Light ascends above, Faith pierces through the shattered clay and spreads the warmth of love. The world kli breathes a higher truth the nations feel but cannot name, A silent wave through human souls that melts the hatred, cools the flame. We rise above our reason’s screams, refusing ego’s iron shove, And every step against ourselves becomes a broadcast born of love. For when the Ten stands arm-in-arm, the world receives what we’ve begun, A pulse of faith that lifts the earth toward peace beneath a single sun. They do not know from where it came, this strange desire to rise above, But hearts begin to soften now, awakened gently by our love. For faith above all reason’s lies becomes the wavelength nations feel, And every breath of unity helps all humanity to heal. So let us bow our heads as one, and beg the Creator up above, To fill this empty, aching world with waves of faith and ...

Expanding Consciousness by William S. Becker I was trapped inside this skin of clay, My thoughts just echoed what they’d say. A mirror cracked, reflecting pain, Yet through the shards, Love called my name. The world I saw was small and tight, My truth was bound by self-made night. But in that dark, a spark did start, A whispered pulse inside my heart. I reached for You through friends and tears, Through years of doubts and silent fears. Each wall I broke was made of me, Each fall unmasked what I could see. You taught me how to rise above, To change my sight through acts of love. The more I gave, the more I knew, That You and I were never two. Now every breath expands the whole, Each friend a doorway to my soul. Our hearts entwined, no more defense, This Love — our shared omnipresence. So take my mind, my will, my place, Dissolve them in Your boundless grace. For consciousness, I’ve come to find, Is Love revealing the One behind.

 I asked the Question "If our eye's don't see and our ear's don't hear and our noise doesn't smell then what are we?  And this is what came out... What Are We We have eyes that don’t see and ears that don’t hear, We walk through the garden but nothing is clear. The scent of the holy is lost in the air, A noise with no fragrance, a heart unaware. We’re vessels half-fashioned—desire undone, A room full of candles that’s missing the sun. Great treasures within us we fail to reveal, For we measure the world by what we can feel. Yet feeling deceives when it serves only me, It blinds and it binds and it fails to let be. So we stumble in darkness, convinced we are right, Claiming we see—while rejecting the Light. But Faith Above Reason —the step past our sight— This turns the dark valley to morning’s first light. Not faith to believe some comforting lie, But faith to rise higher than senses can try. To trust in the friends when the ego says flee, To build a new vision...

When the prayer is formed from the broken heart Because it's with the ego you wish to part No words from the mouth or mind Can reveal what’s hidden behind It’s the silent cry beneath the breath The plea that lives between life and death Where the soul admits it cannot stand And reaches out with trembling hand For the Creator does not hear the tongue Not the songs so cleverly sung He hears the shatter, the crack, the tear The place where pride dissolves to prayer When the heart breaks open wide When the self has nowhere left to hide Then the upper light begins to flow For only then can we truly let go A broken heart is the door we cross Where we finally accept our helpless loss And in that collapse, that humbled fall We feel Him answering us all.