Aurobindo and The Dark Night of the Soul – Grace

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I AM the darkness

And of course I have been here before, this dark night of the soul, soulless

dark night of the soul

Only this time is was worse. As all that came before it, all its glory and awe was ripped from me. The emptiness, my beloved emptiness full of fullness, rich in love, more pure than the breath itself, now a desert, black as night, so vastly empty.

All potentiality unseen, unreal, nonexistent.

The dark night of the soul

The breath my beloved breath, listless, unwelcome for its prior promise of life was forsaken, each breathe bringing more darkness to the dark.

Nondual fear
Fear has many faces

Thoughts, my beloved thoughts of gratitude and exaltation, now birthed with condemnation and ill repute; such ugliness, I was bequeathed even by the idea that things could be good again, for goodness begot but more misery.

And yet there was no sadness, no emotion, that too was an empty space. No possibility of clinging to it, as the darkness gave no boundaries to grasp onto.

My Sadhana

my beloved meditation gone, samadhi unreachable, irrelevant, composed of interpretations of the ego. The ego that has pulled my into her depths to face my reality.

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Heart opening

She who has suffered
Pains of destiny
Rising in the dawn
Give her nectar
Bathe her in yr love
Tender
Unspoken
caressings
From yr heart
She who has tried
Without reprieve
Rising in the dawn
Soak her in your warmth
Feed her nectar
Wise Adjectives of Amore
Shine upon her
Soft hands
Of humour
She who has worn the world
In Ernest
Rising in the dawn
Lay upon her bed
Delicate petals
Of honour
Silken rose
Thornless
She who has met the demons
Mobs of life
Rising in the dawn
Bow before her
Offering her nectar
Announcing her beauty
With kisses of fervour
Let her wallow
In yr touch
Sensitive
Anew
Rising in the dawn

The dawn of Einstein

And the dawn arises, still in the darkness of night, upon the 7th rising of the sun

nondual dark night

So, I turn to my beloved Einstein. Wrapped in theory, fingers pointing to the universe, the movement of planets and spacious glory. Yet, the algorithms of my heart so empty, dry; I stumble past his interpretations, his mental theorems derived of imagination and some how land upon the Meditation of the

Secret of the golden flower

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I knew he would have the clues. Grace!

I drop immediately into my breath. The darkness arises once again. The glorified darkness, full and rich, boundless, alive. Into the silence of my breath I become seamless, there is a light and I am that. The dark and the light at once.

Grace!

Form is emptiness

Emptiness is form

 – Buddhist heart sutra

I sink deeper into this Self and I (the darkness and light) merge and I am nothing, gone kaput!! Yet, only for a time.

Grace

Nondual shadow
My shadow self

And as the thrice dawn falls upon me again, established in my practice (Drop into the breath, become the silence, a light appears, direct it to your heart, let it surround you, moving it into the space between the eyes),  here arises within me

Aurobindo

From existence, consciousness, bliss there was an image before my very eyeless eyes. I became Aware of a face covered in hair of grey, so white like pearls of dust, tears fell upon my face and I thought out loud “Lao Tzu? is that you”  More silence pursued and I returned to the empty space full of golden light. Grace!

nonduality Aurobindo

And in the dawn upon the 11th day of the rising sun,  before me was the book

“The Life Divine”

From its words I fell seamlessly into the energy of emptiness, merging with the golden light for 5 days of the rising sun and into the rays of the moon.

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Ode to Aurobindo

When one
Is all but sun and moon
Spiders webs
Dying leaves
Silken cocoons
Hues of gold
Clouds appearing
Disappearing
Motion
No emotion found
Of death
Of life
Sparks of light
In empty minds
Souls
Mine
Yours
Formless
In form
Existence
Force
Oh Ananda
That lasting grace
When all
is no longer sun and moon

Aurobindo

Was a spiritual philosopher and mystic born of India and educated in England, completing his studies at Cambridge before returning to the mother land to help revolutionise India from the grasps of the English colonization. This led him on a mystical experience in his term in goal as a political revolutionary.

He spent his life thereafter,  experiencing spirituality through mystical experiences and interpreting the Hindu traditions. His life works are of a deep spiritual nature.

Aurobindo’s goddess
Goddess consciousness

For me, he pointed me towards the union of body/mind and the transcendent, the tantra and the Advaita (which had previously been split off from each other) and helped me to step into a deeper surrender. Exquisite trust. Not of traditions or religiosity, yet of life.

Of life divine

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One day at a time! I like to say

Grace

nonduality intuition

Intuition comes before reason.
Reason is what we do with it.

May all beings see
the glory of the sun
beyond
all appearances of the mind
May the sweetness
Of her warmth
Fill your heart
With the nectar
Of her radiance
So it can
Pour into the hearts
Of others

Here is a great talk on Aurobindo if you would like to know more about him.

warm blessings

Megan

 

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10 Replies to “Aurobindo and The Dark Night of the Soul – Grace”

  1. Dear Megsie
    I love what you are bringing to this nondual discourse, livening it up somewhat and giving it some colour
    Than you so much
    evelyn

  2. There is a sweetness to your creative story telling that resonated with me. Thank you for sharing this, it is beautiful
    Peter

  3. Thank you for appreciating my vulnerability Shanti , as we begin to do this with each other we will rise as a species 🙂

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