Soul-ution

When there is a lift in the building, it is a waste of time and energy to use the stairs.  Similarly people are unaware of the rich resources that are hidden in their being. Becoming aware of this can reduce their burden considerably. Once we are able to connect with our higher self we find the power.  All the things that were weighing us down no longer have the power to do so. Like the darkness disappearing when the candle is lit. Unfortunately it is the veil of thoughts that prevent us from experiencing this connection.  People seek for relief in the world outside in wealth, pleasure, power.  They seek to reduce their burden, without success by seeking various kinds of addictions. Once we are able connect with our higher self, we enter the depth of the being. This soul-ution enables us to remain at peace despite the ceaseless churning on the surface.

Ranji Varughis

 

The Gift

 

Poem for a New Beginning by John O Donahue

In out of the way places of the heart
Where your thoughts never think to wander
This beginning has been quietly forming
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire
Feeling the emptiness grow inside you
Noticing how you willed yourself on
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the grey promises that sameness whispered
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
~john o donohue~

 

Beauty

To awaken to beauty is to make life one continual praising.

To awaken to beauty is to live within the palace of the soul,

to shed the tattered overcoat of poverty and

to reveal the majestic inner robes of our own divinity,

the sacred mystery which contains us and

within which we have our breath and life.

 

Awakening

 

Silence Sweet

In silence sweet
we may retreat
from every care and woe,
and there we’ll learn in perfect peace
all we need to know.

In silence sweet
we shall meet
the thrill of ecstasy.
and thus we’ll learn in perfect peace
we’ve nothing more to be.

In silence sweet
we shall find
all we’ve ever sought.
And thus we’ll learn in perfect peace
that all our wants were naught.

In silence sweet
we shall see
that everything is light.
And thus we’ll learn in perfect peace
there’s naught to fear but fright.

In silence sweet
we shall greet
our own true Self and Soul.
And thus we’ll learn in perfect peace
we are the timeless Whole.

In silence sweet
we shall enjoy
Eternity’s repose.
For perfect peace we e’er shall be,
Peace no mortal knows.
– Unknown.

 

Peace is the way

Be at peace with your own soul,
Then heaven and earth will be at peace with you.
Enter eagerly into the treasure
house that is within you,
And you will see the things that are in heaven;
For there is but one single entry to them both.
The ladder that leads to the Kingdom in hidden within your soul…
Dive into yourself and
in your soul you will discover
The stairs by which to ascend.

Saint Isaac of Nineveh

 

The soul has so much to tell

 

Masks of deception

Seven times I have despised my soul

The first time when I saw her being meek that she may attain height

The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.

The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy and chose the easy.

The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.

The fifth when she forbore for weakness and attributed her patience to strength.

The sixth when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks

The seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.

Khalil Gibran