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A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
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I was just so transported by the atmosphere
Pulak Viscardi New York, United States
The connection between Sri Chinmoy's music and my soul
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
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Sevananda Padilla San Juan, Puerto Rico
No Fear, Only the Heart’s Concern
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
'Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them'
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
Patanga: my spiritual name
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
The spiritual life is normal to me
Shankara Smith London, United Kingdom
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I can recall only one occasion in my life when, ever so briefly, I fondly imagined that I was about to become enlightened. It was way back in 1978 and I was sitting in the cold winter sunshine on the shores of Rabbit Island, near Nelson in
Alas, as the hours wore on my euphoria receded, along with my expectation of an enlightenment experience, and I realised that I was about to rejoin the great Multitudes of the Unenlightened. The tide had come in and one of my discarded shoes, mocking my dismay, bobbed past me in the tide, enjoying its own brief liberation from worldly constraints. But the doorway had opened and I would never forget this sweet feeling of the inner life, like the distant memory of a happy childhood awoken by the fragrance, half a lifetime later, of a single tiny flower.
