Skandapurana 4.34.3.3

4.34.3.3

As many grains of sand as shine by the sun's touch, / so many Brahmās have passed away, but this Maṇikarṇikā never does.
There are as many sacred fords all around Maṇikarṇikā / as leave not even a sesame seed’s breadth of earth empty.
If anyone in whose lineage has attained Maṇikarṇikā and gained liberation, / his descendants, by its power, are revered even by the dwellers of heaven.
By whomsoever the ancestors are propitiated after reaching Maṇikarṇikā, / by him seven, seven, and yet seven [generations of] ancestors are delivered.
From the middle of the river of the gods, up to the pavilion of Hariścandra, / up to Keśava on the Gaṅgā, and up to the Gate of Heaven extends Maṇikarṇikā.
Even the three worlds cannot equal a speck of its dust; / every living being in the three worlds strives for the attainment of this.
Kalāvatī, looking thus repeatedly at the picture-scroll, / then beheld the Jñānavāpī to the south of venerable Viśveśvara,
whose water the Commander of the Troops constantly guards against the wicked, / having cast great bewilderment, agitation, and delusion [upon them].
That eight-formed Mahādeva who is celebrated in the Purāṇa— / this Jñānavāpikā, the granter of knowledge, is his water-form.
Having made the Jñānavāpī a guest of her eyes, Kalāvatī / instantly had her body assume the bristling form of a kadamba blossom.
Her limbs trembled, the region of her forehead broke into a heavy sweat, / and her eyes grew turbid with tears of joy.
Her slender vine-like body stiffened, and her face turned pale; / her voice became choked with emotion, and the scroll slipped from her hand.
For a moment she forgot herself, and knew not: 'Who am I? Where am I?' / Motionless, she was like the Supreme Self in the state of deep sleep.
Then her female attendants, hurrying here and there, / asked one another: 'What is this? What is this? What is this?'
Perceiving her state, those clever-minded women,