Based on Likutey Moharan I, 64
Inside becomes outside
Outside becomes inside
Like the locust, whose shell
Is one with its body
Without beginning, without end
In the silence, a song
That includes all songs
Travelers dressed in white
Gather beside the river of tears
All preparations are past
The witchcraft of history undone
No longer a blind
But a lens to perceive eternity
What medicine is this?
What music is this?
The royal family beholds the invalid
The serpent's skin falls away
The prince is made of gems.
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