Psalms In The Heart

The Path of Truth The point in my heart woke me up one day, Not with trumpets or fire—just a quiet tug to pray. I still had bills, flat tires, coffee gone cold, Kids, work, aches, the same stories retold. I thought the call meant peace, a softer road, But life got heavier—I felt the load. One problem hit, then another right through, Not to break me apart, but to show what is true. I lost my temper in traffic, pride at my job, Got hurt by a word, then hurt back like a slob. Nothing dramatic, no lightning or flame, Just ego uncovered, again and again. Every calamity showed me my face, How I want to receive, how little I place The friends before me, the goal before “me,” How far my heart is from what it should be. The car breaks down, the money runs thin, Someone in the ten rubs salt in my skin. I want to run, to be right, to be free— And there it is: the real enemy. Not the boss, not the wife, not fate or the day, But the voice inside saying,  “You come first—always.” Each fall build...

Everything is calculated down to the tee The Klipa won’t let us see Just what an ass we truly are About calling on the Creator—instead we see stars We polish excuses, call ego “insight,” Mistake imagination for spiritual light We chase sensations, halos, and signs, While dodging the work that shatters the spine We say “I prayed,” but we never got low, Never begged from the place we refuse to show We asked for comfort, for peace, for relief, Not for exposure of rootless belief The Klipa smiles, says, “You’re doing just fine,” Feeds us pride dressed up as the Divine It hates one thing—raw honest lack, Where a man admits, “I don’t know the track.” The Creator waits—not in stars or dreams, But in the crack where the ego screams When there’s nothing left to hide or pretend, That’s where the prayer can finally ascend So yes—it’s measured, weighed, and exact, Every fall tailored to break the act Blessed is the blow that kills the lie, And leaves one request that cannot deny “Not knowledge. No...

  Many Are the Afflictions I tried to walk clean, but the body screamed louder, Every step toward bestowal made the weight heavier, prouder. When I worked for myself, the road felt wide and smooth, But aiming at You lit a fire the ego couldn’t soothe. Each time I chose truth, the wicked woke up inside, “What’s this work for you?”—the same old knife in my side. Day turns to light, and the shadow grows tall, One mitzvah forward—then I’m split again, half and all. The evil doesn’t rush me; it’s measured and slow, Revealed only as much as the good I can show. You don’t break me at once—you know what I can bear, You hand me heavier weights because You know I’ll care. I thought I was failing, the work harder each day, But You were training my vessels, shaping the way. The pain was the Kli, the lack was the cry, No light without hunger, no soul without why. I begged You to save me, to end this fight, But You waited for wholeness—left, right, then light. Not cruelty—precision, not sil...

Praying For The Ten  Wake up in the morning and say my prayers Head to the kitchen ’cause my coffee’s there Sit on the porch in my rocking chair Praying for the Ten, putting love in the air Sun coming up, world still quiet Ego talking loud, but I don’t buy it Heart feels heavy, mind ain’t clear So I lean on the friends that I hold dear Some days strong, some days weak Some days I fall, can’t even speak But I remember why I’m not alone We build one heart from broken stone I don’t pray for gold, I don’t pray for fame I pray we stay true through joy and pain If I lose my way, pull me back again I live, I breathe, for the Ten

  “The Light Was Never the Problem” The Light never asked if I was ready to see, It burned the whole time — the fault was in me. I screamed at the heavens, “Why don’t You reply?” While hiding a vessel too cracked to comply. I’m not master of thoughts, they strike like a blade, I don’t choose their arrival, I choose how I’m played. The screen is the battleground, thick or refined, Not Light that is lacking — but will in the mind. I begged for restriction, I cursed at the flame, But Rabash stood firm and dismantled the game: You never restrict what was never confined, You restrict what you are — not the Light you can’t bind. So I grind down the ego, refine what I feel, Build strength in the Masach, make intention my shield. The Light doesn’t stop — it was waiting all along, For a vessel grown humble, corrected, and strong.

  “I Hear דבקות  (Dvekut)  Calling” I hear דבקות calling — not soft, not sweet, It don’t whisper comfort, it drags my feet. It don’t ask me nice, it don’t let me hide, It pounds on my chest saying die while alive . I fall straight into מלכות , cracked and bare, No excuses left, no prayer prepared. Just a hole in the heart where the truth leaks through, And a scream that says I can’t do this — You do . Then בינה steps in like a mother with steel, Cuts off my taking so I finally feel. Not mercy for ego, not love for the lie, But the strength to stop grabbing and still not die. חכמה flashes — too bright, too fast, A flood with no question, no future, no past. It don’t explain itself, it don’t slow its flame, If I try to hold it — it burns up my name. And כתר don’t argue, don’t bargain, don’t bend, It just asks one thing — are you with the Ten? Not your story, not your pain, not your spiritual sound, But whose will is crowned when no one’s around. So I strip off the...

  WE COME WITH EVERYTHING We are not coming for comfort, applause, or display, We’re coming because our souls found the way. Before tickets or plans or a date on the wall, This meeting was written inside of us all. Bring what is broken, bring what feels thin, Bring doubts that still echo and storms from within. No strength is required, no mask to maintain, The Ten is built only from truth and from pain. Your seat in the room is not random or spare, A place in the Kli only you can repair. If you think you are empty, that’s precisely the key— The lack that you carry is how we are free. Sit with the friends, even silent, even worn, A shared inner future is quietly born. No one above and no one below, Just hearts learning how to bestow what they know. This isn’t a weekend, a lesson, a stage, It’s a vow to stay bonded from age unto age. To choose love again when the feeling grows thin, Until “me” disappears in the love of the Ten. We come for the friends who don’t yet feel strong...