Do you remember those summers long ago
That forested valley where we lived
Remote, cocooned in silence?
After sundown the bush smelt dry and honeyed
And moths crowded the lamplight.
I cut a hole in the hut wall
With a chainsaw
Slapped in a pane of cracked glass
To watch the close-by ridgelines in the night.
Stars blazed, owls sang their comfortless cry
And the creek purred at the edge of our sleep.
Yes, you liked it there
And if I had offered you something different
You would not have been enchanted.
That long ago life seems
So far behind us now
But I remember the moths
Blue-sheened and dazzled
In the lamp’s bright aureole
And watching them fall
One by one
I knew you wouldn’t be here long.
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
In the middle of an ocean of loveBhadra Kleinman New York
I just knew from the moment I saw himAshrita Furman New York, United States
Listen to the inner voiceVidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reasonMridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
The spiritual life is normal to meShankara Smith London, United Kingdom
The Impact of a Yogi on My LifeAgni Casanova San Juan, Puerto Rico
'When you perform for me, always choose devotional songs.'Gunthita Corda Zurich, Switzerland
A love that was thick like butterMahatapa Palit New York, United States
10-Day Race: Staring into the InfinitePatanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Sri Chinmoy meets St. PeterParamita Jarvis Kingston, Canada
Regaining My Inner JoySujata Muto Kyoto, Japan
An intense, concentrated FireToshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students