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The Hindus say this is the sound that begins
all of creation. Om. A long hum. The O opening it all up like an
ark. Om. Like a tuba announcing the arrival of gods. At first it’s
just so much darkness and space. But soon it all comes gushing forth.
The planets and the firmament. Stars to warm yourself by. Then out
comes a giraffe. An elephant. A hawk. Soon women in lacy dresses
are chattering on the streets. Your great-grandmother is among them.
Your first-grade teacher. Your baseball coach is tossing a ball
up into the air and catching it in his mitt. Milkweed seeds are
drifting on the wind. Swallows are slicing through the air of an
afternoon. And there you are on the summer porch thinking you might
like to try this syllable out on your own. You close your eyes.
You imagine yourself standing in a white room with a chair situated
in the middle. Take a seat. A god will be with you shortly. |
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