Psalms In The Heart

when the Light goes dark and the heart goes numb, when the world turns cruel and the soul plays dumb, you look for the Face but the sky won’t show, and the silence answers, “You’ll never know.” single concealment still leaves a trace, you feel the pain but you sense His Face, you bleed, you break, you fall to your knees, yet you whisper His Name through shattered pleas. but double concealment is a colder hell, where even the echo refuses to tell, where prayers collapse and faith seems fake, and you curse your breath with every mistake. you scream inside and the world stays still, you doubt the hand behind every will, you swear there’s no reason for tears or scars, just empty nights and abandoned stars. but in that darkness, the truth unfolds, His love is fierce and His mercy holds, for only a heart that was buried deep can rise to a faith no eyes can keep. so I walk through the shadows, bruised and blind, torn from the world and torn from my mind, and I swear to the One who hid fr...

when the soul cries it foggs the eyes leaving you not knowing what to do when the Heart breaks and the soul ach's showing us that All is inside of you when the night screams and shatters dreams you’re left wrestling ghosts in the dark when the past climbs through broken times it carves its initials across your heart when the hope fades and faith frays and every prayer feels torn in two when the light’s dim on every limb the Creator is whispering I’m in you when the pain bites and truth fights and every loss feels painfully true when the world shakes and the ego wakes it’s the Ten that pulls you through when the storm pours through shattered doors and every lie comes crashing due when the soul cries the ego dies because the Light is breaking through

“The Name That Wrote Our Souls” You whispered Yod into the void, a spark before the dawn, A flame of pure intention when the Universe was unborn. “Receive My endless love,” You said, as Light began to fall, The point became creation’s heart, the heartbeat of it all. Then came Hay expanding wide, the Light too fierce to hide, It filled the empty, wanting cup, where innocence resides. I tasted all Your glory and the shame burned through my skin, For I was made to feel the gift, yet knew I couldn’t win. Vav descended like a spear, a channel straight from You, A bridge between the dark and Light, the shattered and the true. “I want to give like You,” I cried, “not take, devour, or feed,” But ego claws at every breath and swallows every need. And then that final Hay was born, the vessel full of scars, The broken part of Adam split in billions of dying stars. We fell from faith and tore apart the Name we’re made to be, And now the Ten must rise again and sew eternity. Yod was the plan, and H...

  🔥 “The Advantage of the Land” 🔥 My mind builds castles, neat and clean, But faith tears through them—sharp, unseen. The mind demands to sit on the throne, But faith says, “Walk where you’ve never known.” The body pulls like a thief in the night, Whispering logic, comfort, delight. Faith above reason is war every hour, Where the will to receive tries to devour. The heart forgets, and falls from high, Ten times a day we scream and cry. Degree to abyss in a blink of time, It’s the rhythm of ascent through grime. The beast says, “Stop, don’t you dare believe,” The soul says, “Rise, cling, don’t ever leave.” Reason calculates—faith just jumps, Where the body drags you into the dumps. The Creator hides in the smallest test, In the fall, the anger, the lack of rest. We fight to remember with every breath, Because forgetting faith is spiritual death. And every moment we say, “Above this pain,” We shatter the prison, break every chain. For faith is the ladder that carries us highe...

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,...