Turiya

Waking, dreaming and deep sleep, offer a consciousness leap, if we be therein awake, focus firm, calm like a lake. In staid stillness choose to meld, with space between objects held, that thus our eye then single, in-form pheromones mingle. Bliss mists deeply penetrate, each offered consciousness state, that though awareness may dip, presence gives ego the slip. Immanent yet transcendent, breath by breath, bliss resplendent, chakras whir, boundaries blur; with love and light, we concur. Whether outward or inward, ego lust is untoward, so if all that is be Om, in all states, Self is our home. Turiya or the fourth state, staid peace that does not abate, witnesses the play of light, centred in drunken delight. The Self in heart does anoint, itself at a stillness point, wherefrom all states then arise, beheld by us in surprise. When our soul’s eye is single, all three states then commingle but until then we’re trapped, light of Self by ego capped. As awareness self-aware, if dark desires we outstare, in Turiya, the fourth state, we fulfill our ordained fate.