Turiya
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Consciousness self-existent manifests
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
How do we awake, again and again
What is the source of our breath that persists
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Wherefrom springs joy, though desires to rest lain
Where grow roots of our conscience that assists
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
What is the anchor, holding soul in chains
Boundless bliss beckons; why do we resist
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Illusions birth delusion, boon now bane
We can, if we choose, become a bliss mist
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
High time we exit, cyclic joy and pain
Let us open our heart, unclench our fist
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
21-July-2021
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