I don’t know why I believe what I do
Perhaps it is ‘cause I am older than you
Or perhaps its because I grew up with alarm
And lived behind a wall to protect me from harm.
Perhaps these disqualify what I have to say
From carrying weight with anyone today
But I believe that what I did
To take down the wall is because I have Torah as a Yid.
Without the Torah, the chochma from Hashem
My life would be still a victim of them.
Or perhaps I would have adopted
The horrible practices that got me so flopped.
If I could share my space with you
Perhaps you too could see it is true
Because we have esoteric space
What has happened to my inner world is a neis. (miracle)
Although it has taken decades, a lifetime
What I want to share is that we are here to refine.
We are not here to grab at damaging tactics
To wield at each other in confrontive antics.
Our force is all rooted in the one true King
The only One to whom we should sing
There is no other Power but He
We have temporary time to build eternal identity
Do not believe anyone who tells you we can’t
Use our free will to do more than rant.
Within us lies a hidden power
To bring compassion to every hour.
The matter is that the compassion is stuck
In false beliefs that there is power in the muck.
We are not nincompoops or lunatics inside
Where the compassion deeply hides.
Kidnapped is the greatest gift we could find
And that is our ability to be kind.
The pleasure of kindness, of being a giver
Is so great we would run to be the forgiver.
But masked it is by addiction to how
We are viewed in the eyes of the here and now.
That image we hold so dearly to protect
Is an anchor holding us back at the neck.
Enslaved we are to something false
Our will runs toward the draws of that pulse.
But that is not the best use of free will
Because it does not pierce to the thrill.
The thrill of feeling an inner light
That absorbs the power of the painful night
Is lasting and constant and self-evidently true
Do not let anyone or anything block it from you!
The light is there for all to feel
If we remove the shadow that we think is so real.
The shadow exists in a subjective space
That looks like pain and anger upon our face.
We do not have to remain trapped in a wall
Of darkness and pain or fighting and all.
We have real free will to cry out to the King
And tell Him what we feel and that we instead wish to sing.
This is not relying on wishes
This is the truth of Hashem’s kisses.
For all the forces in the world are one
And when we see that, our song is sung.
Our role is to rescue our compassion from lies
And instead to the King our compassion ties.
We cling every moment with clarity and trust
Hashem’s presence is an eternal must.
There is no where else to put our faith
No amount of wielding of hate.
It is free will, in the end, that brings real inner light
Let’s put an end to the fights.
To accept what is said here
Might seem something to fear
After all that’s invested
In networks and tactics trusted.
Yet contemplate a moment
Ask, is subjectivity solvent?
Eternity is at stake
It is long, and it is our fate.
Whatever happiness comes from power
It pales to the beauty of feeling like a flower.
If that sounds corny think back to when
You were young and where you have been.
An innocent heart is within our own
Underneath what covers it like a stone.
We’ve been hurt and damaged, saying never again
Yet hate continues to raise its ugly head.
If we divert our soul to addictive attractions
In order to achieve lustful satisfactions
Despite our consistency in producing the result
Our holiness we insult.
We subject it to serving the forces of dark
Rather than submitting so Hashem we can heark.
We have no idea what that feels like or how
To let go of what we know.
This is the joy of learning Torah
This is the opportunity of mitzvahs
This is the purpose of prayer
This is how we can become holy and rare.
Do not consider this unimportant
For what are we damaging in order to rant?
Our very own soul that is pure
We enslave to the darkness for what seems to be sure.
Wake up to the truth that the forces within
Come from Hashem and He loves din.
For din is just and He loves us so
Our eternity He does not want us to forgo.
Everything He sends is good
He wants us to live as He deems we should
His infinite love surrounds us as well
We breathe and we receive, we are not our shell.
If anything here touches your heart
Be grateful, thank Hashem and start.
Begin by thanking and praising Hashem
For that is the truth, for eternity without end.