I'll Chant With You, O Oslowly.

It's the only reality which appears as these three ornaments. Drop the knower and drop the noables. What remains is beyond language. It's you, the pure consciousness. The entire universe depends on you. You are not a tiny thing in the vastness of time and space. Just imagine it within yourself, deep sleep. Blank, blank, silence. All right. I'll chant three times. O oslowly. Open your eyes if you like. Om, chante, chant chante,. hariom that sad sriram, chrisna rupernmast. If i show you a bangle, a necklace and a ring, and i say