Juggernaut

(Poetry Scales 11)

Om
Just breathe
Here, the chant
Meditation
It starts as a sound
The just audible noise
Growing in intensity
Droning pattern of a whisper
Amplified potentially
With the resonance of authority
Controlling religious reverberation

Dull eyes glazed as
Thought is surrend-
Erred faith without
Question, any
Understanding
No attempt, no
Effort, no es-
Cape towards purpose
The wheels role on
Real devotion
Is proven by
Concussing and crushing reverberations