Songs of the Soul/Part 2/Om
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OM
Whence, Oh, this soundless roar doth come
When drowseth matter’s dreary drum?—
The booming Om[1] on bliss’ shore breaks;
All heaven, all earth, all body shakes.
When drowseth matter’s dreary drum?—
The booming Om[1] on bliss’ shore breaks;
All heaven, all earth, all body shakes.
Cords bound to flesh are broken all,
Vibrations vile do fly and fall;
The hustling heart, the boasting breath
No more disturb the yogi’s health.
Vibrations vile do fly and fall;
The hustling heart, the boasting breath
No more disturb the yogi’s health.
The house is lulled in darkness soft,
Dim, shiny light is seen aloft,
Subconscious dreams have gone to bed.
‘Tis then that one doth hear Om’s tread.
Dim, shiny light is seen aloft,
Subconscious dreams have gone to bed.
‘Tis then that one doth hear Om’s tread.
The bumble bee doth hum along,
Baby Om, hark! sings his song;
Krishna’s flute is sounding sweet,
"Tis time the watery God to meet.
God of fire is now singing,
Om,—Om—his harp is ringing;
God of prana[2] is now sounding,
Wondrous bell of soul resounding.
Baby Om, hark! sings his song;
Krishna’s flute is sounding sweet,
"Tis time the watery God to meet.
God of fire is now singing,
Om,—Om—his harp is ringing;
God of prana[2] is now sounding,
Wondrous bell of soul resounding.
Upward climb the living tree,[3]
Hear the sound of ethereal sea;
Marching mind doth homeward hie
To join the Christmas Symphony.
Hear the sound of ethereal sea;
Marching mind doth homeward hie
To join the Christmas Symphony.