“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.

—Black Elk

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.

—Sylvia Plath

Om transcendent redolence
Om prāṇa-scintillated breath
Om rarer airs of ego death
Om attar of life’s essence

Every breath we take, every step we make, can be filled with peace, joy and serenity.

—Thich Nhat Hanh

Om a flower in the breast
Om a bower in light’s shower
Om an hour in a tower
Om endows a treasure chest

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

—Rumi