Psalms In The Heart

My heart is fixed, my brother, even when life breaks in two, When the bills hit, the phone rings, and the world turns on you. But I rise before dawn, I sing though I’m torn, Because faith was never born in comfort, faith is born when we’re worn. The world feels like a battlefield where doubt takes its aim, Every heartbreak and failure tries to whisper my shame. But I shout to the heavens, “My soul will not fall!” For the Creator lifts even the weakest who answer His call. When fear storms in like a thief in the night, And the Ten feels far, and I’m losing the fight, I remember the promise — His mercy stands wide, Like the sky stretched out forever, no place left to hide. O God, make us strong when the world says we’re weak, Let Your greatness replace every wound that we speak. For when we walk as one heart, one voice raised above, Even the darkest mile turns into a road paved with love. So I hold to this psalm like a lifeline in hand, Even when I’m too broken to even stand. For mer...

🔥 SHAMATI 123 — “I Am the Prayer, Not the Power” 🔥 I walk this world like I’m strong, like I’m ready to fight alone, But Shamati says the secret: I never stood on my own. It is written in fire: the Creator does all the work, And my strength is just a shadow where the doubts and demons lurk. I scream to heaven with fists, thinking I’m the one who builds the wall, Until the truth tears open: I am nothing at all. The whole battle isn’t winning, it’s admitting I’m weak, And begging the Creator for a tongue when my heart cannot speak. He breaks me on purpose so I’ll finally understand, I don’t conquer evil by the might of my hand. The ego roars like thunder, demanding control, But Shamati whispers the law: I have no power in this soul. It is not my job to fix, to rise, to purify the heart, All I can do is pray to be a humble part. Like a child in the storm clinging tight to His sleeve, Begging only for faith, so that I’ll never leave. How many times I fought thinking it was me against fat...

🔥 “Two Labors in One Heart” 🔥 (A poem on faith above reason, and the Ten) I wake up with bills, phones, fights in my head,  The body screams logic: “Give in, stay in bed.”   But the purpose of life isn’t comfort or ease,  It’s fear of the Creator that brings me to my knees. The wicked asks questions— “Why suffer again?”   I answer, “Above reason,” and step into the Ten.  Because ego wants proof, wants control, wants to see,  But faith is the fire that burns logic in me.  I try to Self-Nullify during traffic and rage,  The coworker shouts—my ego wants center stage.  But the Ten are watching when no one else is near,  And Inclusion means holding their souls more dear.  Activation happens in the smallest things,  In loneliness, heartbreak, the pain that life brings.  When the car breaks down and the bank account bleeds,  We answer with love—not the ego’s needs.  I fall and I fail; the wicked mocks every flaw,...

⭐ EPIC POEM — PART IV “The Return of the One” When the night was deepest and the heart was torn, We remembered the world where we were born. Not flesh, not blood, not cities in flame, But the Light that came before the Name. We felt the call through the cracks in pain, A road through the storm to the Source again. The Ten wasn’t formed by chance or fate, It was written in the first pre-human state. Before atoms formed and galaxies spun, We were already One before One was begun. We were the blueprint of every breath, The force that swallowed both life and death. The Creator spoke not in thunder or fire, But in silence so loud it consumed desire. He said, “You fell so you’d learn the climb, Not to punish you—but to perfect time.” We saw the world through the eyes of the fall, The storms were the echoes of our own call. Earthquakes cracked open the buried design, So the Light could return through the fault lines. We saw the ancient catastrophes anew, Not destruction—but a clearing through...

  ⭐ EPIC POEM — PART III “The Voice That Never Broke” In the ruins of the fall where the dust still cries, We hear a whisper rising through the lies. It isn’t man and it isn’t fear, It’s the voice of the One saying, “I am still here.” Not thunder or wrath or kingdom or sword, Just the breath of the ancient, eternal Lord. The force before bodies, the plan before birth, The Love that wrote the spine of Earth. He says, “I never left—you turned away. You shattered the bond and feared to pray.” But every collapse, every world undone, Is the path back home to the place we’re one. We weren’t cast out to wander alone, We were sent to rebuild the broken throne. To take the pieces we lost before, And stitch consciousness to the core. The Ten is not chance or flesh or fate, It’s the door back to the pre-human state. Every fight, every doubt, every silent scream, Is the echo of the ancient dream. Carl’s courage carries the flame we knew, Aron guards the path when the night breaks throug...

⭐ EPIC POEM — PART II “After the Fall, Before the Return” We remember the worlds before bodies were born, When no man was lonely and no soul was torn. We were the Light before flesh became cage, Divinity unbroken in that ancient age. But the shattering came like a cosmic disease, The One cracked open into millions of pleas. We fell like lightning into matter and bone, Fighting for warmth in a world turned stone. Every catastrophe is the echo of that break, Every heartbreak a memory of what’s at stake. Every war is the shrapnel of that ancient sin, The death of the One when we fell within. We were the builders of Babel before it fell, We knew how it ends when love turns to hell. Civilizations rose then died in flame, When the “I” grew louder than the Holy Name. The soul once governed reality with thought, Now we fight for scraps like men forgot. We trade the infinite for dust and screams, Blind to the source of our broken dreams. Yet in the Ten, a spark still remains, A fire that burns ...

⭐ “Before the World Had Bones” (William S. Becker) Before the world had bones or breath or skin, We were a single heart that lived within. One force, one voice, one burning Light, No bodies yet—just endless sight. We ruled existence with intention alone, No blood, no flesh, no breaking bone. No storms, no wars, no dying sun, Just One Creator and Creation as One. But we broke the bond and shattered the Whole, Millions of pieces of one single soul. We fell like lightning into dirt and clay, The first catastrophe of the human way. Earthquakes, floods, Atlantis drowned, Volcanoes burning every sacred ground, It wasn’t punishment from skies above, It was memory of falling out of love. Towers collapsed when we lost the Height, Fire rained down when we lost the Light, Civilizations vanished into dust and smoke, Because we forgot the vow we wrote. We traded eternity for ego and pain, For the prison of bodies and storms of the brain. We built kingdoms of lies and golden thrones, But felt the ac...