You cannot chant Om, but you can hear it. Just be quiet and listen. Om is the womb of paradox, the resonance of the void, the fullest harmony of emptiness, giving birth to the earth, the galaxies, the space beyond the rim of time.
When you are listening, your mind is not making the noise of thought.
Then you can hear the thunder of quarks and neutrinos, the chorus
of a trillion suns in a single proton.
Is it a proton in your
body, or in the body of a fiery rainbow she-dragon on a distant star? Both. Now enough talk. It is dawn. Time to dissolve...
Hear
the annihilation of subject and object. Drown in the ocean of
quietness, where there is no more listener, only Listening. Let this
Listening give birth to a sparrow's song.
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