When Daylight Comes
When daylight comes
you roam the crinkled shores
stride out to a beckoning emptiness.
Wednesday’s sun flares up
from the crook of grey hills.
Your footprints weave
the virgin wastes like an aimless drunk,
beetle across this wilderness of rumpled dunes.
The sands are a map
and last night’s other lives
have left their feeble tracks and tiny stories:
claw prints of a bittern
soft paws, a rabbit under moonlight,
stitch marks of a swift predator–
millipede, night hunter on the prowl–
the strutting bold stride of a pheasant.
And here a tiny death–
last nocturne of a beetle
a black eight-oared boat toiling
the mineral heaving dunes
it's final furrowed wake in a
moonscape’s wrinkled swells
till shipwrecked here,
speared by a beak at dawn.
Sunrise scatters golden light.
Frail thing of flesh, you lift
stick arms in supplication
captive to a sky of cirrus charms
eyes raised up
to it’s tousled random beauty.
Might some grace yet come?
Subdued by sea mists
the dawn sun stares,
a tamed red Gorgon’s eye.
You come here sometimes
comforted by seas that measure time.
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
The Ever-Transcending GoalPreetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always winPragati Pascale New York, United States
The oneness of all paths - personal experiencesNirbhasa Magee Dublin, Ireland
Spiritual moments with my grandmotherPatanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Connecting the dotsLunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
10-Day Race: Staring into the InfinitePatanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
I just knew from the moment I saw himAshrita Furman New York, United States
Sri Chinmoy performs on the world's largest organPrachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
Patanga: my spiritual namePatanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
An intense, concentrated FireToshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
My inner callingPurnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
Why run 3100 miles?Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students