OM: Finding hOMe by Looking at He

I sought the sound that stilled the sea, The breath between what is and be. Not far from me, not hard to see— But hidden deep in “He.”

He, the mirror, vast and clear, The One I love, the One so near. In He, I see the thread, the flame, The echo calling out my name.

He speaks in silence, walks in light, His voice the pulse of day and night. Each time I turn to look, I see— OM waits in He… and hOMe finds me.

He is the door, the root, the key— The way, the truth, the mystery. Not separate, but always we— Through He, I see the OM in me.