The Finding of the Soul ONWARD she passed seeking the soul’s mystic cave. At first she stepped into a night of God. The light was quenched that helps the labouring world, The power that struggles and stumbles in our life; This inefficient mind gave up its thoughts, The striving heart its unavailing hopes. All knowledge failed and the Idea’s forms And Wisdom screened in awe her lowly head Feeling a Truth too great for thought or speech, Formless, ineffable, for ever the same. An innocent and holy Ignorance Adored like one who worships formless God The unseen Light she could not claim nor own. In a simple purity of emptiness Her mind knelt down before the unknowable. All was abolished save her naked self And the prostrate yearning of her surrendered heart: There was no strength in her, no pride of force; The lofty burning of desire had sunk Ashamed, a vanity of separate self, The hope of spiritual greatness fled, Salvation she asked not nor a heavenly crown: Humility seemed now too proud a state. Her self was nothing, God alone was all, Yet God she knew not but only knew he was. A sacred darkness brooded now within, The world was a deep darkness great and nude. This void held more than all the teeming worlds, This blank felt more than all that Time has borne, This dark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown. But all was formless, voiceless, infinite. As might a shadow walk in a shadowy scene, A small nought passing through a mightier Nought, A night of person in a bare outline Crossing a fathomless impersonal Night, Silent she moved, empty and absolute. In endless Time her soul reached a wide end, The spaceless Vast became her spirit’s place. At last a change approached, the emptiness broke; A wave rippled within, the world had stirred; Once more her inner self became her space. There was felt a blissful nearness to the goal; Heaven leaned low to kiss the sacred hill, The air trembled with passion and delight. A rose of splendour on a tree of dreams, The face of Dawn out of mooned twilight grew. Day came, priest of a sacrifice of joy Into the worshipping silence of her world; He carried immortal lustre as his robe, Trailed heaven like a purple scarf and wore As his vermilion caste-mark a red sun. As if an old remembered dream come true, She recognised in her prophetic mind The imperishable lustre of that sky, The tremulous sweetness of that happy air And, covered from mind’s view and life’s approach, The mystic cavern in the sacred hill And knew the dwelling of her secret soul. As if in some Elysian occult depth, Truth’s last retreat from thought’s profaning touch, As if in a rock-temple’s solitude hid, God’s refuge from an ignorant worshipping world, It lay withdrawn even from life’s inner sense, Receding from the entangled heart’s desire. A marvellous brooding twilight met the eyes And a holy stillness held that voiceless space. An awful dimness wrapped the great rock-doors Carved in the massive stone of Matter’s trance. Two golden serpents round the lintel curled, Enveloping it with their pure and dreadful strength, Looked out with wisdom’s deep and luminous eyes. An eagle covered it with wide conquering wings: Flames of self-lost immobile reverie, Doves crowded the grey musing cornices Like sculptured postures of white-bosomed peace. Across the threshold’s sleep she entered in And found herself amid great figures of gods Conscious in stone and living without breath, Watching with fixed regard the soul of man, Executive figures of the cosmic self, World-symbols of immutable potency. On the walls covered with significant shapes Looked at her the life-scene of man and beast And the high meaning of the life of gods, The power and necessity of these numberless worlds, And faces of beings and stretches of world-space Spoke the succinct and inexhaustible Hieratic message of the climbing planes. In their immensitude signing infinity They were the extension of the self of God And housed, impassively receiving all, His figures and his small and mighty acts And his passion and his birth and life and death And his return to immortality. To the abiding and eternal is their climb, To the pure existence everywhere the same, To the sheer consciousness and the absolute force And the unimaginable and formless bliss, To the mirth in Time and the timeless mystery Of the triune being who is all and one And yet is no one but himself apart. There was no step of breathing men, no sound, Only the living nearness of the soul.
Thank you, I am wracked with jealousy when I see women with babies - as I missed out on this and I am filled with pain and sadness and jealousy by it. It overtakes me when my self esteem is low. Surrendering to truth is helping to clear this pain and make me lighter.
I'm going to use this now: it must not enter the system. I thought it was actually a good thing to try and feel it though before. Like it will pass... But instead it's about feeling adequate and being centered that's the answer. Feels much better going outside right now in the warm sun.
Thank you to Izumi for asking this question! This emotion really is the plague and I really want to put this practice into every single day. Maharishikaa's answers has given me so many tools to combat moments that have destroyed the living moments. I love this powerful video to help me stop jealousy for good. Namaskaar Maiyaa. 🙏
I think I am envious not jealous. I feel angry that others have what I don’t have and they get it so easily while I have no hope of getting it even if I want it
As a student of Maharishikaa I can say that it is really worth making the effort to bring oneself to the present moment, it is there that I can truly live. It is a case of practising it. It is a growing self discipline, Just bring oneself back each time we notice the mind and awareness engaged in thoughts and concentration on the past and future. It will be helpful to listen to Maharishikaas videos.
Also regarding jealously because of having less than others.. if we project the energy of lack out there we are likely to attract it to ourselves. After tobpractice gratitude for we do have. If we listen to our soul within, everything that is for us will come to us. Watch Maharishikaa's videos to learn how to do this. I hope this helps.
The Finding of the Soul
ONWARD she passed seeking the soul’s mystic cave.
At first she stepped into a night of God.
The light was quenched that helps the labouring world,
The power that struggles and stumbles in our life;
This inefficient mind gave up its thoughts,
The striving heart its unavailing hopes.
All knowledge failed and the Idea’s forms
And Wisdom screened in awe her lowly head
Feeling a Truth too great for thought or speech,
Formless, ineffable, for ever the same.
An innocent and holy Ignorance
Adored like one who worships formless God
The unseen Light she could not claim nor own.
In a simple purity of emptiness
Her mind knelt down before the unknowable.
All was abolished save her naked self
And the prostrate yearning of her surrendered heart:
There was no strength in her, no pride of force;
The lofty burning of desire had sunk
Ashamed, a vanity of separate self,
The hope of spiritual greatness fled,
Salvation she asked not nor a heavenly crown:
Humility seemed now too proud a state.
Her self was nothing, God alone was all,
Yet God she knew not but only knew he was.
A sacred darkness brooded now within,
The world was a deep darkness great and nude.
This void held more than all the teeming worlds,
This blank felt more than all that Time has borne,
This dark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown.
But all was formless, voiceless, infinite.
As might a shadow walk in a shadowy scene,
A small nought passing through a mightier Nought,
A night of person in a bare outline
Crossing a fathomless impersonal Night,
Silent she moved, empty and absolute.
In endless Time her soul reached a wide end,
The spaceless Vast became her spirit’s place.
At last a change approached, the emptiness broke;
A wave rippled within, the world had stirred;
Once more her inner self became her space.
There was felt a blissful nearness to the goal;
Heaven leaned low to kiss the sacred hill,
The air trembled with passion and delight.
A rose of splendour on a tree of dreams,
The face of Dawn out of mooned twilight grew.
Day came, priest of a sacrifice of joy
Into the worshipping silence of her world;
He carried immortal lustre as his robe,
Trailed heaven like a purple scarf and wore
As his vermilion caste-mark a red sun.
As if an old remembered dream come true,
She recognised in her prophetic mind
The imperishable lustre of that sky,
The tremulous sweetness of that happy air
And, covered from mind’s view and life’s approach,
The mystic cavern in the sacred hill
And knew the dwelling of her secret soul.
As if in some Elysian occult depth,
Truth’s last retreat from thought’s profaning touch,
As if in a rock-temple’s solitude hid,
God’s refuge from an ignorant worshipping world,
It lay withdrawn even from life’s inner sense,
Receding from the entangled heart’s desire.
A marvellous brooding twilight met the eyes
And a holy stillness held that voiceless space.
An awful dimness wrapped the great rock-doors
Carved in the massive stone of Matter’s trance.
Two golden serpents round the lintel curled,
Enveloping it with their pure and dreadful strength,
Looked out with wisdom’s deep and luminous eyes.
An eagle covered it with wide conquering wings:
Flames of self-lost immobile reverie,
Doves crowded the grey musing cornices
Like sculptured postures of white-bosomed peace.
Across the threshold’s sleep she entered in
And found herself amid great figures of gods
Conscious in stone and living without breath,
Watching with fixed regard the soul of man,
Executive figures of the cosmic self,
World-symbols of immutable potency.
On the walls covered with significant shapes
Looked at her the life-scene of man and beast
And the high meaning of the life of gods,
The power and necessity of these numberless worlds,
And faces of beings and stretches of world-space
Spoke the succinct and inexhaustible
Hieratic message of the climbing planes.
In their immensitude signing infinity
They were the extension of the self of God
And housed, impassively receiving all,
His figures and his small and mighty acts
And his passion and his birth and life and death
And his return to immortality.
To the abiding and eternal is their climb,
To the pure existence everywhere the same,
To the sheer consciousness and the absolute force
And the unimaginable and formless bliss,
To the mirth in Time and the timeless mystery
Of the triune being who is all and one
And yet is no one but himself apart.
There was no step of breathing men, no sound,
Only the living nearness of the soul.
moved me to tears, thankyou🤍🙏🏽
Watching and listening to this video again after a while opens new insights 🙏🏻 so grateful
Thank you, I am wracked with jealousy when I see women with babies - as I missed out on this and I am filled with pain and sadness and jealousy by it. It overtakes me when my self esteem is low. Surrendering to truth is helping to clear this pain and make me lighter.
I'm going to use this now: it must not enter the system.
I thought it was actually a good thing to try and feel it though before. Like it will pass...
But instead it's about feeling adequate and being centered that's the answer.
Feels much better going outside right now in the warm sun.
Thank you to Izumi for asking this question! This emotion really is the plague and I really want to put this practice into every single day. Maharishikaa's answers has given me so many tools to combat moments that have destroyed the living moments. I love this powerful video to help me stop jealousy for good. Namaskaar Maiyaa. 🙏
I surrender to the soul. I am here now!
It makes so much sense Maiyaa
Namaskar
Your awesome
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Thank you so much! 🙏🏼😊🌟
I think I am envious not jealous. I feel angry that others have what I don’t have and they get it so easily while I have no hope of getting it even if I want it
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What about jealousy because on has less of everything? How can we be fully be present in the moment? Could you please elaborate? Thank you 🙏
As a student of Maharishikaa I can say that it is really worth making the effort to bring oneself to the present moment, it is there that I can truly live. It is a case of practising it. It is a growing self discipline, Just bring oneself back each time we notice the mind and awareness engaged in thoughts and concentration on the past and future. It will be helpful to listen to Maharishikaas videos.
Also regarding jealously because of having less than others.. if we project the energy of lack out there we are likely to attract it to ourselves. After tobpractice gratitude for we do have. If we listen to our soul within, everything that is for us will come to us. Watch Maharishikaa's videos to learn how to do this. I hope this helps.
Just wondering why im having revengful hateful homicidal thoughts... should i punch a pillow, do shadow boxing to empty my rage..
Did you find your answer?