At first it was a laugh
the vase, trembling
then tiptoeing across the mantelpiece
and you caught the tumbling flowers
just in time
and that tiny hairline fracture
in the plaster, roof to floor –
I dreamed of magma, pouring through
the cracks, a white-hot underworld and fire.
We pored over maps, yes the fault-line
somewhere right beneath,
imagining the giant plates grinding
shockwaves tumbling houses,
fleeing cattle, death
waiting for the hills to
undulate like waves
the jutting prows of continents collide
and unseen carapace of earth
cliffs five miles high and right below
moving, moving, an inch or two
to change or waste our lives.
All night long we listened.
The radio talked about the Big One, a pulse
metronomed inside my fingers, counting down.
The cicadas had fallen silent and the moon
flared in your witless, reassuring smile.
I tasted fear, planned my exit
from the falling shattered walls,
waited for the dawn.
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
My inner callingPurnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
How my spiritual search led me to Sri ChinmoyVidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
The connection between Sri Chinmoy's music and my soulKamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
I see infinitely more than I sayAgraha Levine Seattle, United States
The Swimming RelayToshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for GuruDevashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
Akuti: a pioneer-jewel in our CentreAkuti Eisamann Connecticut, United States
Breaking the world record for the longest game of hopscotchPipasa Glass & Jamini Young Seattle, United States
Celestial experiencesAntaranga Gressenich Munich, Germany
'Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them'Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Time seemed to freezeBrahmata Michael Ottawa, Canada
The spiritual life is normal to meShankara Smith London, United Kingdom
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students