Om Song

Whence Om, this soundless roar, doth come
When drowseth matter’s dreary drum?
On shores of Bliss, Om, booming, breaks
All earth, all heaven, all body shakes

The bumble bee now hums along
Baby Om doth softly sing his song
From Krishna’s flute the call is sweet
'Tis time the watery God to meet

Cords bound to flesh are broken all
Vibrations burst and meteors fall!
The hustling heart, the boasting breath
No more shall cause the Yogi’s death

The God of Fire with fervor sings: Om! Om!
His joyous harp now rings
Prana-God with power sounds
The wondrous bells, the soul resounds

All Nature lies in darkness soft
The star divine is seen aloft
Subconscious dreams have gone to bed
'Tis then that one doth hear Om’s tread

Oh, upward climb the Living Tree!
Hark to the cosmic symphony
From Om, the soundless roar
From Om: The call for light o’er dark to roam

From Om, the music of the spheres
From Om, the mist of Nature’s tears
All things of earth and heaven declare
Om! Om! Resounding everywhere