Likutei Shirim

I'm studying Torah Eight And trying to take it inside: I take a long breath. I can wait Because Rabbeinu is my support and guide.

  You can't bring a well to town. Your sacrifice must be total. The heat and dust of the desert Are the way to that living water.

  Sometimes it's just so tempting To put my true self on the shelf. But to go after Rabbeinu, I must totally be myself.

What will it take to do my part To truly be baked in Rabbeinu's heart?

To pray is to pray is to pray is to pray. Break through to Hashem. There is no other way.

Going with the purest inner truth Is the opposite of going with the flow. Hashem, please help me be honest and grow...

I want to go in the way of the Rebbe, I want to go in the way of the Rebbe, I want to go in the way of the Rebbe... If I just repeat this long enough, I may really go in the way of the Rebbe!

I lived my whole life in a garden of knives, Trying to harvest it with a donkey' horn. But Rabbeinu has offered me a different life, And I'm doing my best to be truly reborn.

I want to go towards the light. So what if my chances are so slight, So what if I'm both weak and gross? Still, fly I must, like that little moth. I may fail to reach it, or I may be burned, But I know I'll be totally and radiantly transformed.

Talk to Hashem as you would to a friend, And you'll never want the conversation to end! But expressing yourself can sometimes be hard, So here is a thought that helps make a start: This talk that you'll have with your loving Tatty Won't be ever cut short by the other party!

" Give me the past, I want it back, My present world is dreary and black!" For years, that's what I used to shout, But now I know what real life is about: Doing hisbodedus, learning, dancing, Experiencing the exhilaration of advancing.

In the road that I have taken There were many different forks. I still like many things, but Breslov Is the one that really works.

My pickled brain, oh my pickled brain, When will you feel fresh and ready again? I know the answer, my dear brain: As soon as I learn Breslov Torah again!

I am longing For a sense of belonging. What a treat, What a luxury, What incredible wealth - To be just like everyone else...

My Rebbe is gloriously alive, But I am a little dead. Oh, how I long to be filled with light, But I'm not there yet.