A Wonderful Prayer to Merit Tasting the Flavor of Gan Eden in This World

A wonderful prayer to merit tasting the flavor of the Garden of Eden in this world, through drawing near to the Rushing Brook, the Source of Wisdom, Rebbe Nachman of Breslov, may his merit protect us.

By His Holiness, the Gaon and Tzaddik, Rav Eliezer Berland, shlit"a:

"Master of the Universe, grant me the ten types of melody that King David, peace be upon him, revealed, and I will play my melodies in the House of Hashem all the days of my life. May all the days of my life be only song, melody, and chant. By the power of the Seventh Beggar who had no legs, may I merit to dance all the days of my life without cease and without the interruption of a second. Through this, may all my sins from the day I attained understanding until now be atoned for, and may all my sins be transformed into merits. May I merit, in the merit of our holy Rebbe, to holy intellect and consciousness, and to all thirteen rectifications of the Holy Beard, which are: Hashem, merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abundant in kindness and truth, keeping kindness for thousands, forgiving iniquity, transgression, and sin, and cleansing. May I merit the attribute of truth in its ultimate form, and may I be one who speaks truth in my heart, and may no word of falsehood ever depart from my mouth.

May I merit that all my thoughts, musings, and meditations be only in You always, as it is written: 'And singers as well as players on instruments, all my springs are in You.' May I merit to cry out and scream to the spring that flows from the mountain, which is the river flowing from Eden from Zion, our holy Rebbe. Through this, may I merit the well of living waters flowing from Lebanon. May I merit that all the seven-fold conduits flowing from the Rushing Brook, the Source of Wisdom, be poured upon me. May I merit, in the merit of the holy and awesome gravesite, to holy, perfect consciousness and to a wonderful composure of mind, which is the true reward for every single person, as it is written: 'Your reward is very great' (the gematria of which is 'composure of mind' [Ben Ish Chai]). May I merit the illumination of the sunrise from the wonderful impression of the lights of splendor flowing from the holy gravesite, which shines more than the sun in its strength, and 'He will bring the sun out of its sheath,' and the light of the sun will be sevenfold like the light of the seven days, and the moon will shine like the sun. May the whole world be filled with precious light in the merit of this holy and awesome gravesite, and may the verse be fulfilled: 'Precious light and frost,' and may all my desires be frozen, and may I have no desire for any physical thing; rather, may all my springs and aspirations be only for Your great, holy, and awesome Name. May I merit to set the Name Havayah before my eyes every single second, and may I know with certainty that Hashem, may He be blessed, is the One who leads me in every second, in every movement, and in every word and thought. May all my thoughts be only holy and pure thoughts, clear and bright with the light of splendor, with the lights flowing from this holy and awesome gravesite. Through the wonderful influences flowing from the holy and awesome gravesite that is here, may I merit that the entire essence of my body be transformed into a holy, pure, and bright body from the Garden of Eden, until all four elements from which my body is built are transformed into the four letters of the Explicit Name. May the lights of splendor nullify all the physicality of my body until no desire remains in it, until my body is transformed into my soul, and my soul into my yechidah (singular essence), and I will know that there is none besides You. May I merit, in the merit of the holy gravesite, to the level of yechidah in the ultimate, highest degree, until I merit to walk in the Garden of Eden during my lifetime. May I merit to be in the Garden of God all the days of my life, and may my entire house spread sweet fragrances of spices, as it is written: 'My spikenard sends forth its fragrance,' fragrances of faith and song, as it is written: 'Come, look from the top of Amana.' May I merit the supreme pleasantness, the lights of splendor, and in everything I look at, may I see only the wonders of the Creator and the wonders of Your hidden Name, from now and forever."