The Wings of Poetry
|Poetry has always been Sri Chinmoy's first choice, as a natural medium for expressing mystical experience. His poems express a broad range of spiritual emotion, from the doubts and fears of the wavering pilgrim to the blissful realisations of the illumined master.
Here are a couple of selections from My Flute, his first collection of poetry:
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought; The final end of Nature's dance, I am it whom I have sought.
A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate; Beyond both knower and known; A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the One alone.
I have crossed the secret ways of life, I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God Soul.
My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; My cosmic play is done.
The Pilgrims of the Lord Supreme.
We are the Pilgrims of the Lord Supreme On the Path of Infinity. At this time we have broken asunder Obstruction's door. We have broken asunder the night Of tenebrous darkness, inconscience And the eternal, indomitable fear of death. The Boat of the supernal Light's Dawn Is beckoning us, And the World Pilot Of the hallowed bond of Love Divine Is beckoning us. The Liberator's Hands are drawing us To the Ocean of the great Unknown. Having conquered the life breath Of the Land of Immortality, And carrying aloft the Banner Of the Lord Supreme, We shall return: We, the drops and flames Of Transformation Light.
In recent years Sri Chinmoy has turned increasingly to aphorisms - short prayerful evocations of deep inner truth. Deceptively simple upon first reading, absorbing these aphorisms fully is a meditative act in itself.
|God's first Smile was born The day humanity awoke To His Light.||Be kind, be all sympathy, For each and every human being Is forced to fight against himself.|