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:

The Absolute

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.
At the time of his passing in October 2007, Sri Chinmoy was more than half-way through completing a collection of 77,000 aphorisms entitled Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees.