Turiya
That voids within fill,
we employ free will
in our waking state
but dark desires bait.
We dream by instinct,
where thought forms are linked,
a remorseless bind,
borne of lower mind.
Third state is deep sleep,
where no cravings leap
and so we’re at rest;
no load on our chest.
Our question is this:
where lies divine bliss,
holding still focus,
along love’s locus?
Love is a merging
of currents surging,
where we disappear,
that God may appear.
Both future and past
are ego’s repast,
merely illusion,
birthing delusion.
In the here and now,
if no thoughts we plough,
bliss bubbles delight
grants us inner sight.
Hermit, make no fuss,
just board God’s bliss bus
to become the sun ~
God and soul’s light one.
31-August-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turiya
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