Psalms In The Heart

The Two Hearts The desires of the heart Just never stop or part, They keep knocking on the door, Always wanting more and more. But when I work in Torah and Mitzvah, With intention just to bestow, Not only in what I know, But also in what I feel below. Then slowly I begin to see, What’s real in me, what isn’t me, And even in that simple act, I meet resistance, sharp and black. Because the ego won’t let go, It claims all rights to all I know, It says, “This life, this heart is mine, Your thoughts, your will, your time.” But there’s a point I cannot steal, A silent spark I start to feel, A different voice, a different art, A second heart inside the heart. One heart wants only to receive, To take, to own, to grip, to believe, The other wants to give away, To love, to serve, to light the way. So now I live between these two, The old “for me,” the new “for You,” And every moment is the start, Of choosing which one rules the heart. Not by my strength, not by my might, But by the Light...

613 Ways to Learn How to Love I thought the rules were written in stone, Some ancient code I’d never own. Six hundred thirteen lines to keep, So God would smile and I’d get sleep. But then I learned the truth inside, The laws were carved into my pride. Not in the hands, not in the eyes, But in the heart where ego lies. Every want that says “it’s me” , Every fear of not being free, Every need to win, to shine, To make the world and God be mine. That’s one desire, that’s one wall, That’s one place where I still fall. Not a sin, not some mistake, Just one more form my love can take. The work’s not changing what I feel, Not killing hunger, lust, or zeal. It’s learning how to aim the fire, So giving rides inside desire. I don’t fix it, I don’t pretend, I bring it to the space of friends. And in that gap, so small, so true, I ask for love I cannot do. And something comes, I can’t explain, A softer will inside the pain. The same old want, but dressed in light, Now wants to give instead...

  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...