"Om, Om", rises
from the abdomen,
flows through the lungs
comes out from the mouth
the nostrils, the ears
reverberate. The eyes close
The brain registers.
The body transfuses.
It is a mantra,
rather, a chant,
call it an intonation,
a sound that rises,
circumvents, spreads,
ebbs, endows. A magical,
nay a metaphorical feel
no a metaphysical sense
transcends. It overwhelms.
The mind is at rest.
It being a sensation
created by pronouncing,
being a progression
resultant of repetitions,
the translucence occurs
revealing a oneness,
a unison with the infinity.
The heart is at peace.
Om, Om
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Re: Om, Om
Have you altered this Meena?