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.
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
The spiritual life is normal to meShankara Smith London, United Kingdom
Why run 3100 miles?Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
In the Whirlwind of LifePradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
I just knew from the moment I saw himAshrita Furman New York, United States
The Swimming RelayToshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
Breaking the world record for the longest game of hopscotchPipasa Glass & Jamini Young Seattle, United States
In the Right Place, At the Right TimeEshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
A Truckload of Humanitarian Aid Sails through CustomsArthada Platzgummer Vienna, Austria
Learning to love songs ever morePatanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
I felt a bell ringing in my heartCharana Evans Cardiff, Wales
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students