We Make The Creator

We Make the Creator

We went lookin’ for God in the sky above,

Thought He lived in some distant kind of love,

But every time we prayed alone,

All we found was an echo in a stone.

Then we looked at each other, heart to heart,

And something broke that kept us apart,

Our pride fell down, our walls got thin,

And a different kind of light moved in.

We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here,

From every intention, every fear,

Between our hearts and the space we bring,

That space between us is everything.

Every thought we hold about the Ten,

Is the shape of the world we’re livin’ in,

If we judge, we darken the frame,

If we love, we give Him a name.

No image, no face, no holy throne,

Just the will to bestow in flesh and bone,

What we build in the space we share,

Is the only God we can declare.

We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here,

From every intention, every fear,

Between our hearts and the space we bring,

That space between us is everything.

No friends, no God — that’s the law,

No love, no Light — no form at all,

The Upper Light just waits in line,

Till we design the interface inside.

We don’t find the Creator, we make Him true,

From how we relate, from how we choose,

Not in the heavens, not in our head,

But in the love that we build instead.

A Penny Of Light

A Penny of Light

I was not born to fix the sky,

Or gather stars that wander by,

I came with just a spark so small,

A shattered piece from Adam’s fall.

Once we were one, one breath, one flame,

No loss, no distance, no two names,

But light was broken, love was split,

And I was born from part of it.

Not with a crown, not with a key,

Just one small coin entrusted to me,

A penny of light, a fragile part,

Hidden deep inside my heart.

I searched the world, I searched the mind,

For something higher I could find,

But Heaven whispered, soft and true:

“You only need to fix your you.”

Not all the souls, not all the pain,

Not every loss, not every chain,

Just this desire, this will I hold,

This place where love turned into gold.

I wasn’t sent to be a saint,

Or paint the world without a stain,

I was sent back, again, again,

To learn how not to live for men.

But to bestow, to bend the heart,

To feel the friends as living parts,

To turn reception into prayer,

And find the Creator waiting there.

And if I fall, and lose the way,

The righteous come, they help me stay,

Not to replace my work or choice,

But lend me strength, and lend me voice.

So now I know why I return,

Not as a curse, but chance to learn,

Until this spark no longer hides,

And learns to love, and not divide.

When this small coin is fully bright,

When my desire becomes Your light,

There’s no more reason to come back —

I’ve paid my debt in love, not lack.

Not Moses’ crown, not Adam’s flame,

Just my small part, just my small name,

And in that drop, the whole is found:

One heart corrected, homeward bound.

The Two Hearts

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 that shows what’s right,

Between the ego’s clever lies,

And the point in the heart that never dies.

613 Ways To Learn How To Love

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 of fight.

So maybe God didn’t write a book,

Maybe He wrote the way I look.

Six hundred thirteen cracks in me,

Six hundred ways to finally see.

Not rules to follow, not debt to pay,

Just learning how to love each day.

And every time I choose the “we”,

Another light remembers me.

Connecting in the Ten, Ahering to the Creator

 

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 agree,

The lack becomes the place to be.

Connecting in the Ten — that’s how I see

Adhering to the Creator — through the we

No Light without a place to rest,

No prayer alone can pass the test.

From Ten to Ten, the World Kli grows

That’s where the Upper Goodness flows

What stops us isn’t hate or pain,

It’s holding tight to what is “mine.”

The beams I built to guard my name

Were never truth, just fear in frame.

So I sell the beams, let them fall,

Lay my opinions on the wall.

Not to be right, not to be strong,

Just to belong where I belong.

Connecting in the Ten — above my pride

Adhering to the Creator — nowhere to hide

I bow my head, release my claim,

And find myself inside the flame.

From Ten to Ten, one common plea

That’s where the Creator waits for me

You stand today — all of you,

One fate, one law, one work to do.

If one falls down, we feel the weight,

If one ascends, we elevate.

Arvut binds us, bone to bone,

No soul completes this work alone.

I guard your heart, you carry mine,

This mutual law beyond all time.

Prayer is born where words run dry,

Where we can’t connect — yet still we try.

Not “give me,” not “let me see,”

But “give us strength for unity.”

A prayer of many splits the sky,

No perfect speech, no alibi.

Just one desire, stripped and true:

Let us make space — for You.

Connecting in the Ten — we make a place

Adhering to the Creator — face to face

Not in the clouds, not far above,

But in responsibility and love.

From Ten to Ten, the World Kli cries

Reveal Yourself between our lives

We make a covenant each day,

Each moment ego wants its way.

To choose the friends, again, again,

To cleave to You — through them — amen.

From this one Ten to all that be,

One breath, one soul — the World Kli.

And there at last, no myth, no scheme:

The Creator lives between.

Between You and Me (No Escape)

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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)

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.