Om,
Sit you down,
Close the eyes
And meditate you, Om,
Om,
with the closed eyes,
Adjusting you,
The lips whispering Om,
O..m, O..m,
O..m, O..m
And the mind lifting upwards,
Mingling with
And you forgetting
Your existence,
Bodily existence.
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