from Songs of the Soul by Paramahansa Yogananda
literally, "to direct together," is the state of oneness of human consciousness with Cosmic Consciousness in meditation. Being subject to relativity, human consciousness experiences the duality of separateness from God. Thus we have the consciousness of the meditator, the act of meditation, and God (as the object of meditation). The end result of deep, continuous, rightly performed meditation is samadhi, the blissful state in which these three factors become one. Just as the wave becomes one with the sea, so the human soul experiences its identity with Spirit.
Vanished are the veils of light and shade,
Lifted the vapors of sorrow,
Sailed away the dawn of fleeting joy,
Gone the mirage of the senses.
Love, hate, health, disease, life and death—
Departed, these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, whirlpools of melancholy.
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
Bestilled is the storm of maya
By the magic wand of intuition deep.
The universe, a forgotten dream, lurks subconsciously,
Ready to invade my newly wakened memory divine.
I exist without the cosmic shadow,
But it could not live bereft of me;
As the sea exists without the waves,
But they breathe not without the sea.
Dreams, wakings, states of deep turiya* sleep,
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But the ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
Superconsciousness; the fourth state, beyond waking, dreaming, and deep sleep. Here turiya is used poetically to refer to the glimpse of superconscious peace in the state of deep dreamless sleep.
Beyond the imagination of all expectancy,
Is this, my samadhi state.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation's molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent X-rays,
Burning floods of electrons,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, future,
Every blade of grass, myself and all,
Each particle of creation's dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed up — transmuted them
Into one vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by unceasing meditation,
Which blinded my tearful eyes,
Burst into eternal flames of bliss,
And consumed my tears, my peace, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
One tranquilled, unbroken thrill of eternal, living, ever-new peace!
Not an unconscious state
Or mental chloroform without wilful return,
Samadhi but extends my realm of consciousness
Beyond the limits of my mortal frame
To the boundaries of eternity,
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in Me.
Not a sparrow, nor a grain of sand, falls without my sight.
All space floats like an iceberg in my mental sea.
I am the Colossal Container of all things made!
By deeper, longer, continuous, thirsty, guru-given meditation,
This celestial samadhi is attained.
All the mobile murmurs of atoms are heard; The dark earth, mountains, seas are molten liquid!
This flowing sea changes into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows o'er the vapors; they open their veils,
Revealing a sea of shining electrons,
Till, at the last sound of the cosmic drum,
Grosser light vanishes into eternal rays
Of all-pervading Cosmic Joy.
From Joy we come,
For Joy we live,
In the sacred Joy we melt.
I, the ocean of mind, drink all creation's waves.
The four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Myself, in everything,
Enters the Great Myself.
The fitful, nickering shadows of a mortal memory.
Spotless is my mental sky,
Below, ahead, and high above.
Eternity and I, one united ray.
I, a tiny bubble of laughter,
Have become the Sea of Mirth Itself.