Psalms In The Heart

  The Gate Was Never Locked the thoughts are not the crime its not blocking them in time the desires are not at fault its not locking them in a vault the crime is saying this is me confusing noise with identity the crime is crowning every scream and calling ego truth supreme the mind throws stones the heart takes blows the ego grins it always knows how to accuse how to pretend then sell the wound as who I am a thought appears unasked unclean a flash of dark a brutal scene that alone is not the fall the fall is trusting it at all desire burns it wants the crown it wants me flat it wants me down but wanting is not where I break I break when I agree and take the block is not the inner storm the block is naming it the norm the lock is not the urge that cries the lock is buying all its lies the ego says this proves your state you’re late you’re weak you sealed your fate the soul says stand don’t run don’t fight just aim the heart above the sight I do not wrestle thought or lust I do not...

 The Guard At The Gate I cursed the wall I could not climb Said ego stole my prayer and time I swung at shadows, fought the dark Blamed every bruise on missed the mark I said the gate was slammed shut tight That heaven hid itself from sight I screamed “You block me!” loud and wild Like a betrayed and starving child The ego laughed but never lied It said “I guard what burns inside If I step back before you’re ready You’ll shatter fast — not slow and steady” I wanted love without the grind Connection cheap, no change of mind But love don’t grow where comfort stays It’s born in fire, delay, and gray So ego pressed me to the wall Not out of hate — but lest I fall It held the weight I couldn’t bear Until I learned to ask — not tear Each failure drilled me into prayer Each fall exposed another layer Each block was mercy dressed as pain Each no was yes in deeper grain I saw at last with broken pride The ego stood right by my side A brutal guard with gentle aim Breaking the vessel — not th...

  3 H's On A Texas Road To open one’s heart is a dangerous thing It needs the Three H’s to give it a sting Hitbatlute hits first, it cuts to the bone Annulment of self, you stand alone No crown, no opinion, no right to be smart Just dust in the hands of a merciful art Bend your neck low, let the ego depart There’s no other gate to a truthful start Then Hitkalelute comes crashing inside Inclusion with friends, nowhere to hide Their lack is your lack, their cry is your sin A heart gets no rest when the many move in You fall into them, not warm, not clean Scraped by their mirrors, exposed and seen But somewhere in that mutual pain A new kind of strength begins to remain Then Hitpahalute quietly appears Enlivened hearts stitched together with tears Not joy from reward, not fire from pride But life that awakens when self has died The heart starts to beat with a rhythm not mine One pulse, one hunger, one shared design No longer asking what’s in it for me Just living inside what we’re mea...

  Steel and Silence I ride a Harley, wind in my face, Long black road, no marked-out place. The motor roars but the heart goes still, Steel keeps moving when the soul won’t feel. Some miles are smooth, some shake the bone, Some rides you feel you’re riding alone. The road didn’t break, the bike didn’t stall, Just a quiet distance I can’t outrun at all. The ego says, Something’s wrong with you, Fix the feeling, change the view. But Rav once said, That lack’s not yours, It’s a crack in the bond, not a personal flaw. I don’t pull over to polish the chrome, Don’t tear down the bike, don’t call it home. I carry the rattle, don’t curse the sound, That noise belongs to the whole damn ground. A slight disconnection, a whisper of cold, Is not my failure, not truth being told. It’s the ten tapping me on the shoulder, Hold this piece — we’ll lift it together. So I don’t ride louder, don’t twist the gas, Don’t make a drama out of the past. I aim the lack where the brothers stand, Turn d...

 When The Work Begins A person turns the heart to unity Not for reward, but for annulled purity Before the aim can settle in place The mind erupts, demanding its case Thoughts strike hard, precise, and loud Disguised as logic, sharp and proud Doubt wears reason, fear wears truth Urgency screams, stripping the proof The heart pulls forward, simple and bare The mind pulls sideways, filled with care Each claims to guard the proper way Each swears the other leads astray This split is not a flaw or sin It is where the work must now begin For the will to receive shows its face Only when bestowal takes its place A person learns not to argue inside Not to choose which voice should decide The work is not to silence the fight But to lift both hands toward the Light Then comes a request without demand No proof in mind, no strength in hand Align the heart, align the thought Not for self, for what we sought Let the mind serve what the heart sees Let the heart rise above what is Not to esc...

THESE CANDLES ARE SACRED I light the flame but I don’t touch Hands tied back heart clenched shut These candles burn not for my gain I only look I swallow pain I want reward I want to feel But Hanukkah says Stand still. Kneel. These lights are holy Not mine to use No payment given No borrowed juice I don’t eat Light I don’t get paid I stare at Truth until I fade The Greeks in me start clearing their throat “Does this make sense?” they take a vote They want logic proof and taste They smash my walls call faith a waste They break my towers brick by brick Say “bow to reason” call faith a trick But towers rise where reason dies Above the mind the heart replies Faith above reason is a wall, not a dream It guards the tower where greatness is seen I shrink my mind lower my head That’s where the Light gets clothed instead The higher He gets the lower I fall I see my dirt I see it all The closer He comes the worse I feel I see my ego raw and real I wanted Purim wine and cheer Bo...

There’s a difference, yeah, but it ain’t what it seems, Between those who study and those chasing dreams. Not smarter, not purer, not closer to Heaven, Just handed a role — a position was given. All of us move when the Creator decides, Every thought, every step, every fall, every rise. No one’s outside, no one’s ignored, Each soul is operated by the same unified force. Some are awakened, pulled into the room, Not for reward — but for burden and doom. Chosen like Rosh, not to rule or command, But to pass what flows through a trembling hand. Dissemination ain’t numbers, applause, or proof, It laughs in the face of logical truth. If reason could measure what Light is meant to do, Faith would be useless — and Rav says it’s not true. We speak, we write, we share, we stand, Not knowing who hears or who understands. The ego screams, “Is this even right?” Faith answers softly, “Walk into the night.” No feedback, no praise, no visible gain, Just quiet work through resistance and pain. That’s no...