Om, Om, Om,
AUm,
A..U..M, Hari Om,
Om Tat Sat,
The heart reciting Om
And the voice coming from within
But rising,
Affecting the mind and the brain
And all of our worldliness stopping,
All the trivia and the trifles,
Keeping them abandoned,
The mind too joining in the chorus
To reverberate it
And with an echo of it, changes taking place,
Repercussions going within,
I mean the convulsion,
Some sort of transformation
To metamorphose
As for tranquility and bliss taing over.
Om, AUM, O M, A U M,
Closing the eyes, Om,
Inhaling the air
And shuting the eyes.
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