You’re never alone when you sing a mantra.
Even when there’s only one cushion in the dojo.
Whenever you pronounce a mantra or recite the four vows,
You join the ancestral choir
As your voice blends in,
It has never stopped singing those same syllables.
In an infinite loop, the words you send out
Combine with the underlying stream of their voices.
The sounds, uttered or subtle, fill the eternal groove
And move along the cosmic vinyl disc.
This is where the deepest joy is created.
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