Best Om Poems

the long ringing hum
of the singing bowl 
releasing its holy om
enchanting coasting gliding
hovering in mid air
till elevated to a higher realm
betwixt heaven and earth
mingling with celestial spirits
of obvious angelic descent
connecting mortals with divinity
a chant to intertwine the two
mythical mystical
blessedly delectable



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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this emptiness
this nothing
finally - we are

face-to-face
time against time

I am only a human
simpler than one instant

of the fragile flesh
of the roaming mind

a walking dead...

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Om Shanti Shanti Shanti:

A faith-lit  path in forlorn lands
Hold no wrath,  it's ever at hand
You didn’t know it a bit, did you?
Doling out truth in terms of myth
Not far away to be one with
And meld with the chant 'Om Shanti '

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti...

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Charcoal cloud clutches the marooned moon
The sky stifles behind the dark shroud
The nubile night breathes the music of breeze
Rippling in the sound of silence.

The ocean wreathes with surging surface waves
The water at cold depth is fathomless serene
Respires the breath of dense darkness
Flowing in the sound...

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Gong of Om, within us resounds
It’s the cosmic current
Bliss throbs within us gently pound
Rhythm thus concurrent

Nectar vectors mapping
Bliss spirals form wrapping 
Sound of one hand clapping

We are home
Gong of Om

08-June-2022
Quietus ...

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Power of wind you'd learn to harness
Enjoying every step of the way. 
You'd think of the now and not the mess
That you left behind just yesterday.

Sometimes process of art is healing
At other times same effect has sport.
Your persona is too appealing
Although our meeting was rather...

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After all this,
it really is all about
breathing. Each inflation
is faith, awaiting
the materials of the planet.
Each exhale is a prayer.
I give you
what is in my body
knowing how the world
is large and generous.
We are made to pray.
We hang on the planet
like a prayer machine,
in an out in...

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The gong of Om 

Our gasp does not last,
for what’s past is past,
so best we don’t rue,
the vanishing dew.

We exhale a gale
on which others sail,
who we so ensoul,
thus blissful and whole.

Silence has a hum
of a divine drum,
as the pulse of life,
fills us with joy rife.

Dance’s...

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Om kaar 


Identification off my soul is I 
You are into the music with a meltification notes your bum bole your blessings are taken by sin 
You are far away from arrogance and kill  the formalities refrain to search his cilam as a parayness...

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~*~*~*~

         on a rug, legs crossed
         patchouli incense, bright, glowing
         my centering island



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Slowly.
I find my.
Self||

The center.
beautifully.
attained||

One sound.
overwhelming volume.
moving.
me||

One word.
Leaves.
Me speach.
-less||...

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Gee jy nog om

Gee jy nog om vir jou naaste?
Sal dit so wees op die laste?
Wanneer ons moet staan op ons geloof,
Sal jy dan nog die Vader kan loof?

Gee jy nog om vir jou naaste?
Of maak jy vol die heidense kaste?
Vader sê “welsyn begin by...

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My mind,
An ignition of the soul,
A price I pay,
Trying to relay,
A vibe in the midst of the fold. 
Beginning with sound,
Life abounds,
And now the story is told....

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Dusting through the aisles to the alter, reverend father reflected on the society at war and the many factions that fought over the same god, dust unto dust, he smiled at the neglect  of his place of worship.Religion alters how God is perceived and...

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Tao clears mind myriad
                Hears gurgled stream trickle
                Rejuvenating ease of river 
  ...

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