Untouched by other worlds
they preen in high-up haven boughs
scramble upside down
in shadowed leaves and light.
All day long
the murmur of indolent birds.
In the musket blaze
of flowering kowhai
bellbirds flit and gorge
on pendulums of clustered
rise up to their aerial kingdom,
orbit in blue meadows
proclaim from their high up pulpits.
But no one is listening.
Waders stalk the hem of sea—
white-laced and whispering
its same old cadences and songs-
and look, an ocean wanderer
come to rest
bleached bones, ragged feather flag
a broken yellow wing.
Here on these black sands
that were once mountains
everything finds its end.
I once held your hands here
the thin bones
while you wept all
your griefs at the sea.
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
At dusk the bats will reign.
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Praying for God’s Grace to DescendSweta Pradhan Kathmandu, Nepal
I know where you areKamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
How sports and fitness became part of our spiritual lifeBanshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
'Christ has stolen her heart and brought it now to me'Dodula and Gunthita Zurich, Switzerland
It does not matter which spoon you useBrahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
An intense, concentrated FireToshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
A 40-Year BlessingSarama Minoli New York, United States
My life with Sri ChinmoyNamrata Moses New York, United States
Your life's responsibilities compel you to develop inner strengthPradhan Balter Chicago, United States
The day I saw my Guru's Third EyeVidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
Learning to follow my intuitionSaranyu Pearson Geelong, Australia
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World ReligionsPradhan Balter Chicago, United States
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students