Psalms In The Heart

  Connecting in the Ten, Adhering to the Creator I was born with a heart that only takes, A will that runs, a mind that breaks. Thought I could walk this road alone, Every step just harder stone. Then ten hearts gathered, side by side, Not fixed, not clean, but honest-eyed. And in that place I finally knew: There is no path outside the few. Not less than ten — the gate appears, Where truth survives, not private fears. No secret climb, no hidden way, The Ten’s the place I learn to stay. Connecting in the Ten — that’s where we stand Adhering to the Creator — hand in hand Not in my strength, not in my sight, But where our cracks invite the Light. From Ten to Ten, the World Kli sings That’s where the Creator is revealed in things You made me broken, made me need, Not answers first, but friends indeed. The Light is whole, it never bends, The vessel’s built from wounded ends. I don’t correct the Upper force, I fix the space that blocks its course. Between our hearts, when we ag...

Between You and Me (No Escape) You know you can’t escape, Because in life there is no place, Where the heart can truly be free, Except between you and me. With congress coming near, My heart it shakes with fear, What lies ahead, what will be fed, By all the noise inside our head. Garbage in and garbage out, Endless thoughts that twist and shout, But deep inside, beneath the mess, A single point won’t acquiesce. My point in the heart screams loud, Not for comfort, not for proud, It cries for truth, not fantasy, It begs for real connection, we. Not to fix, not to be right, Not to win another fight, But to bow before the Ten as one, And let the work—not ego—run. If fear comes dressed as holy talk, Or doubts pretend they help us walk, Let them rise, let them be seen, Then place them between us , clean. Because freedom isn’t found alone, Not in silence, flesh, or bone, It’s born where broken hearts agree To build one space—for You—to be.

Congress Intention (Continued) We study every day and night all to attract the Light through the Ten we pray that our connection will happen today Not for wisdom, not for pride, not to feel we’ve climbed inside. Just to melt this heart of stone, into a place we’re not alone. Each friend a crack, a sacred seam, where broken parts begin to dream. I fall, I fail, I lose my way— they lift me up, I learn to stay. No hero walks this road alone, the path is built of flesh and bone. I bow my head, my claim, my say, and let the Ten decide the way. Congress calls—not miles, not time, but one request, one inner line: Let what divides us fade from sight, and make our many hearts one Light .

Coming Anyway I didn’t want to come, I’ll tell it straight, My body fought, my mind was late. Same road again, same inner war, I asked myself, what am I going for? I’ve been here dozens, year on year, Still walking in with quiet fear. No fire packed, no strength to show, Just empty hands and debts I owe. I come with nothing, no good name, No clever prayer, no holy flame. What once felt full is cracked and thin, A cup that leaks from every sin. I tried alone—thought I was strong, That quiet path didn’t last long. The work slipped private, soft, and sly, And truth be told… I started to die. So here I am, not brave, not new, Still not knowing what to do. Years went by, yet here I stand, Still learning how to take a hand. I didn’t come to fix or teach, Didn’t come with Light to preach. I came because I couldn’t stay One more day the ego’s way. And truth be known—this cut me deep— I don’t come now for what I keep. I come because the friends still breathe, Because their lack still pulls on ...

For Those Who Are Searching I searched for truth without a name, Just knowing something felt the same. The world explained, but never knew The questions burning straight through. I read the signs, I watched the stars, Heard whispered truths from tarot cards. I chased the hidden, chased the deep, Through things awake and things asleep. I healed with hands, I breathed in forms, Learned how to stand inside the storms. I fought, I flowed, I learned control, Still felt a hunger in my soul. Each path gave light, each path gave taste, But something vital went to waste. Because the center stayed as me , The will to take, not truly see. I didn’t know what I was missing, Just felt the ache that kept insisting. I wasn’t lost — I just was blind To what was asking from behind. Truth wasn’t hidden in the sky, Nor found by asking “who am I?” It waited where I wouldn’t look — Where I must give, not merely took. I didn’t find it by demand, It came when I let go my hand. When “why” grew tired of being f...

What Does It Take Once upon a time, without reason or rhyme, people would sit and discuss, no arguments, no fuss. But then something changed, like the world rearranged, opinions turned into knives, everyone fighting for their lives. Now instead of conversation, there’s outright hate—no illumination, every word a loaded gun, no one listening to anyone. So what does it take to come back to that place, where sharing a vision or view isn’t a crime for walking through? I don’t understand why it’s this way, maybe we forgot how to pray— forgot that truth is not a win, it’s what lets the light back in.

“Give It Away” I remember You before I had a name Before this dust, before this shame A whisper carved inside my chest A love I knew, then lost, then left You filled me whole, no crack, no seam No “I” or “You,” just One unseen Then something shattered deep inside And I woke up alone… alive This world—an abyss, cold and wide Where memory burns but won’t subside I walk with sparks I cannot claim Reshimot screaming Your old name I reach for You in every face But find the lack, not Your embrace The more I take, the more I break The more I beg, the less I make I curse the fall, I curse the day I curse this heart that won’t obey Yet even rage is stitched with pain Because loss proves love once reigned You hid Yourself so I could see What love costs when it’s not free You broke me not to watch me crawl But so I’d learn to love through all Now hear me from this shattered place I don’t ask back what time erased I don’t demand You fill my cup I’ve learned—love rises when I give it up So I take t...