The OM through all the physical world resounds And through the planes of higher consciousness In countryside and metropolis, it sounds, Awakening and inspiring holiness.
I have sung it on the mountains, by the sea As threadlike monody or symphonic score, In waking and in sleep it sings to me Above the ceiling of mind, below the floor
Of man's unconscient self, his lethargic sleep. It sings to us of all that we might gain From true surrender to the Force and keep Secure in our hearts, relieved from pain
Free from death and its ignominy, Awake to truth our sanctioned destiny.
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