Close the eyes and meditate you
By whispering Om slowly,
Om, O…m, Hari Om,
The mind rising in unison with
The soul,
The heart held in prayer,
The mind in peace,
The peace of heart, peace of soul,
All tumult and conflict gone,
Disturbance marauds it not the self,
Oblivious of this mundane presence,
Existence of man,
Disintegrating yourself,
Realize you,
Sitting cross-legged
With the hands loosened over the thighs
Or with folded hands,
You whispering, taking the name of,
Spelling it,
Om, O…m, AUM, Hari Om,
Hari-Hari.
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