Are we like cave artists from some distant time, leaving proof with our horses and buffalos and stick warriors that we were once here? Do we love feeling and beauty so much that we want to share it, however imperfectly, with others, one eye fixed perhaps on immortality. Or perhaps it is just a flower blossoming on a tree – the sap of life itself, rising up and flowering into a cascade of gorgeous blooms. Yes, it is simply oneself, bursting into life as a poem, a painting, a song. I like this the most.
- A Few Reflections
- A Mountain Meditation
- A Swimming Pool Meditation
- A Walking Meditation
- All Credit to God
- Being Single
- China – Three Impressions
- Christmas Trip Notes
- Conscious Living
- Dream Songs
- Extraordinary Worlds
- How to Make the Fastest Progress
- Inner Worlds – Outer Worlds
- Lamb Lifting
- Looking Back
- Meditation: Touching the Infinite
- Music and Meditation
- Notes From A Diary – April 2004
- Notes From a Diary – August 2004
- Some Reflections on Running
- Soul Birds Take Flight
- Soul Flight
- Sri Chinmoy's Piano Improvisation
- Surprising Rewards
- Tales of Enlightenment
- The Colouring Book
- The Nature of the Supreme
- The Role of the Guru
