“You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.” —Amit Ray
Om a vocal tone poem
Rhyming Babel’s scattered echoes
Shattering a stained-glass halo
Sonic boom of howling calm
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
Om a choir of hummingbirds
Om a hymn of didgeridoos
Om a canyon in a hollow
Bellowing a mellow word
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.