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10.04_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Earthly_Real

1.ww_-_Matthew

4.43_-_Chapter_Three

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   1 Sri Aurobindo

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   2 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   2 Paulo Coelho

1:If Mind is all, renounce the hope of bliss; If Mind is all, renounce the hope of Truth. For Mind can never touch the body of Truth And Mind can never see the soul of God; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,

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1:Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove

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1:The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

2:Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. ~ William Blake,

3:The boy reached through to the Soul of the World, and saw that it was part of the Soul of God. And he saw that the Soul of God was his own soul. And that he, a boy, could perform miracles. ~ Paulo Coelho,

4:The boy reached through to the Soul of the World, and saw that it was a part of the Soul of God. And he saw that the Soul of God was his own soul. And that he, a boy, could perform miracles. ~ Paulo Coelho,

5:...the earth on which we live is the body of God. All people and living things are the body and soul of God. And...we serve God not by making the earth and its people suffer but by making the earth and its people whole. ~ Alice Walker,

6:If Mind is all, renounce the hope of bliss; If Mind is all, renounce the hope of Truth. For Mind can never touch the body of Truth And Mind can never see the soul of God; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,

7:In how many churches, by how many prophets, tell me, is man made sensible that he is an infinite Soul; that the earth and heavens are passing into his mind; that he is drinking forever the soul of God? ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar (1837),

8:The Weakling I AM a weakling. God, who made The still, strong man, made also me. The God who could the tiger plan, In his lithe splendour unafraid— A thing of flame and poetry— That Puissance made of me—a Man! The One who reared His vast design— Star, atom, system, germ, and soul— Could fashion forth this tremulous And paltry little heart of mine! The God who could conceive the Whole, Himself blasphemed in building thus. When I dare look the glass within, The ‘Mene Tekel’ mark I see. God made this slinking, stunted thing, This narrowed face, this futile chin, Prisoned a soul deliberately ’Neath these blunt nerves unanswering? I see my fellows strong and proud, Lustful and splendid with desires, Secure and strenuous within, God opulently them endowed, And lit in them immortal fires; And left me scarcely strength to sin. I watch them triumph by, afar, Crashing through life with crude disdain. Theirs is a universe so wide, So keen and rich the colours are That reach each fine responsive brain. They are the bridegrooms, Life the bride! They carry in their veins their fate; Foredoomed are they to victory. Their broad brows are a diadem Of mastery; they but await 103 Their long determined destiny, For at their birth Life laurelled them. They have their chance to win, to fall— The fighting chance, the deathless hope; Their fate they venture to assail; They chafe for ever at their thrall; They dare with their despair to cope, Superbly strive, superbly fail. But I starve with a stunted brain: My vision is so mean and scant That every hue it blurs and dulls. God branded me—this brow of Cain!— Put in me this heart hesitant, And lamed me with a limping pulse. I watch them striding on; they flout Death even; then my path I see: The narrow path—the narrow curse. Ah, wonder, if I dare to doubt If sin of mine prescribed for me This mean and niggard universe? The end that is upon my face And in my wizened soul I wait— The end that I shall count for good. Yet they who pass me in the race Left me to falter to my fate: They did not slay me when they should. But yet He found ‘that it was good’. Ah! surely in the soul of God For me some kindly pity is? Or else I wonder how He could Raise me—a soul—up from the sod, Lift me from Nothingness—to this! Yet—thin weak lips and woman-chin— Some unknown debt to me is paid, Some sacrifice I may not see. I expiate some other’s sin. 104 I am God’s weakling. He who made The still, strong man, made also me. ~ Arthur Henry Adams,

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10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   And Mind can never see the soul of God;   Only his shadow it grasps nor hears his laugh

1.ww - Matthew, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   --Thou soul of God's best earthly mould!   Thou happy Soul! and can it be

4.43 - Chapter Three, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!   III,35: The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.