If we cannot meditate well, no harm.
God want us
To prayerfully and soulfully sit
At our shrine
At regular hours.
- Sri Chinmoy
From: Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees vol 41
Entries Tagged 'poem' ↓
Regular Hours
December 13th, 2008 — 77000
Speaking Ill of the World
December 12th, 2008 — 77000
We can easily live our lives
Without speaking ill of
The rest of the world.
- Sri Chinmoy
From: Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees vol 41
Your Smiles
November 30th, 2008 — 77000
The World needs
Your smiles
And not your anger
- Sri Chinmoy
Seventy Seven Thousand Service-Trees vol 48
Will You Be Available?
November 29th, 2008 — Ten Thousand
God compassionately asks me,
“Will you be available?”
He never asks me,
“Will you be able?”
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 21 by Sri Chinmoy.
At Long Last
November 26th, 2008 — 77000
At long last,
I have succeeded in dispelling
All my mind’s bitterness
About the world.
- Sri Chinmoy
Seventy Seven Thousand Service Trees vol 48
There Was A Time
October 28th, 2008 — Ten Thousand
There was a time
When I loved you,
O my thought-world.
But now I love
The beauty of a silence-mind
And
The purity of a gratitude-heart.
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 9 by Sri Chinmoy.
Everything That Is
September 29th, 2008 — Ten Thousand
Everything that is
Is a golden opportunity to realise God.
Therefore, do not withdraw
From the battlefield of life.
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 45 by Sri Chinmoy.
O Fault-Finder
September 28th, 2008 — Ten Thousand
O fault-finder,
I have all along been with you.
Now I definitely want to switch sides.
I want to spend the rest of my life
With the fault-mender.
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 45 by Sri Chinmoy.
To Be Truly Happy
September 26th, 2008 — Ten Thousand
To be truly happy
You must do two things:
You must overlook
The imperfection-evenings of others ;
You must look over
Your own imperfection-nights.
The ecstasy of aspiration-flames.
September 24th, 2008 — Ten Thousand
Yesterday my mind treasured
The fantasy of desire-fire.
Today my heart is treasuring
The ecstasy of aspiration-flames.
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 45 by Sri Chinmoy.