Om,
Om is this universe,
Infinite and circled,
Om,
Hari Om,
Om encircling,
The sound breaking,
The sound vibrating
And the world
Resonant with.
Om,
Om,
Hari Om,
The lips taking the name,
The sound breaking,
The soul getting pleasure,
The mind getting engulfed in.
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