not quite turiya
bliss dewdrops sprinkled on our head
signal we are by God’s hand led
holding our soul in close embrace
as we mindfully on earth tread
steps toward heaven we retrace
that here now we may see God’s face
for tomorrow may be too late
since ego we’ve failed to efface
though strobes of bliss do not abate
strangely uncertain seems our fate
since our focus tends to waver
thus we dwell not in the fourth state
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