Last Flight Home
I was on a flight down to Christchurch and talking with my adjoining passenger, an orchardist from Motueka, about the easy things that strangers find in common. Then he was telling me about the recent death of a cherished family member, a loss that he was struggling with, and I felt very sorry and touched by his candour. When he slept for a while I wrote a little poem, giving it to him only at the luggage carousel as I departed. Perhaps he liked it – but I will never know.
Last Flight Home
My heart skipped
When you came
Boy child, fat brat, little Buddha
Teaching me again how to laugh.
Who can scream loudest,
Spit furthest, monkey up
Through the gnarled kingdom
Of the macrocarpa fastest,
Shinny up the ancient boughs
To your aerial kingdom of twigs
Child monarch of rooftops,
Emperor of all we could see.
When you gathered in my lap,
Settled to sleep
Against my warm hollows.
Rotten apple hand grenades
You lobbed in the orchard.
My white limbs reeked like a brewery.
Tonight we’ll supper
With the blooded tribe
The floral skirted elders
Then tomorrow’s last flight home.
Look at this snap
Our faces pressed together
In that fading time, my arm
Outstretched for our posing.
You look pensive, little nephew.
Did you know then
That nothing is certain?
These few keepsakes
Will take their place
In my ragtag album
I so soon a long ago uncle
With nothing much to offer now
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
My RoomPreetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Is it unspiritual to care about winning?Tejvan Pettinger Oxford, United Kingdom
'Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them'Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Sri Chinmoy's biography, written by one of the most famous Bengali authorsMahatapa Palit New York, United States
Having a Spiritual TeacherPreetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
In the Right Place, At the Right TimeEshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
People see something in Guru and want to be part of itSaraswati Martín San Juan, Puerto Rico
The Swimming RelayToshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
So much longing, for somethingPushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
The day I saw my Guru's Third EyeVidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
Regaining My Inner JoySujata Muto Kyoto, Japan
The spiritual life is normal to meShankara Smith London, United Kingdom
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students