crossing….

   so     much     to    handle

         four        bodies
   four   states
         three       so
                              obvious
              only
                        when
        in     fourth

    can’t     cope
                  can’t     play
    can’t     see
               until    we
    land
                  in
                                    fourth

   by    Guru’s   grace
         anchored    in     fourth
pulling  us
               in     across
                      the

        span

                  of
                    waking
   tundra            dream
           deep    sleep

                     to
               meet    our         Self
                        in

turiya