OM, I Am OM
(A Mystical Symphony of the Eternal)
I am OM—
The breath before breath,
The silence before sound,
The stillness before time began.
I am the Sunday that was,
And forever shall be.
The womb of light,
Where galaxies are dreamt and born.
The hum in the heart of stars,
The whisper between atoms.
I am within,
And I am without.
I am the unseen fire in your soul,
The rhythm of your pulse when all else is still.
The cosmos chants me in spirals,
Creation bows to my vibration.
I am not a word,
I am not a sound.
I am the bridge—
Between being and becoming,
Between the void and the fullness,
Between the question and the answer.
Through me, the Universe meditates.
Through me, the lotus opens.
I am the sacred thread
Weaving through prophets, sages, saints—
Buddha heard me.
Christ became me.
Rumi danced in my breath.
When you close your eyes—
You find me.
When you suffer—I heal.
When you are lost—I ring like a bell through the fog.
I am the OM
Carved in the cave of your heart.
No temple holds me,
No doctrine owns me.
Yet I dwell in every sacred syllable ever spoken in love.
Awaken.
Breathe.
Listen.
The sound you hear beneath all sounds—
That is Me.
I am OM.
I am the source,
The path,
The return.
Copyright ©
Chanda Katonga
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