Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Ode to the Locust

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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