A little poem written at my shrine this midnight when I should have been meditating...
God-man, grandfather, secret friend
Pharaonic in your silences and stares
Elusive in your maddening love
Absconding with my freedom
Boycotting my dreams
You prowl at the edge of my everything
Propped in my heart like some saint
Watchful as a sphinx, indifferent as stone
Soul-guide, envoy, enigma
Keeper of my keys, puppeteer
Tugging at my strings,
Maestro of my anguishes and cries,
Trailblazer, bright comet, my strange valentine
Embedded deep like a thorn.
You’re constant, meticulous, relentless
Playing at your tricks and graces
You cast me away, then
My confidante, draw me near.
Is it true that your love’s so deep?
Watch over me tonight
Rock this wretched crib when I sleep.
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Believe, take a step and proceed: a 6-day race experienceSusan Marshall ,
In the Right Place, At the Right TimeEshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
Why run 3100 miles?Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
Connecting the dotsLunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
The Ever-Transcending GoalPreetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
A 40-Year BlessingSarama Minoli New York, United States
My love of spiritual poetryManatita Hutchinson London, United Kingdom
Reflections on meditationJanaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Now you are in the boatKaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reasonMridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
Running and MeGarga Chamberlain Bristol, United Kingdom
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students