The Om Song

The Universal song
That creative chord
Resonating forever
On and on

The seed
The base
The substance
Of this face
This cosmic existential mead

Permeating everything
The scope of its beauty
Is reason to loudly sing
Beyond pride however
It subtley endeavours

This sound, energy, this frequency
In its gifts
It delivers the ultimate decency
Gratitude I broadcast
Until my last

David Horn ©