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I have not come into the world
To become a world-shaker,
But to become a world-lover
And a world-server.

Excerpt from: Seventy Seven Thousand Service Trees vol 39 by Sri Chinmoy

The divine Love
Does not speak -
It only acts.

- Sri Chinmoy

Excerpt from: Seventy Seven Thousand Service Trees, vol 39

The outer education teaches us
How to see and judge
The world

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The inner education teaches us
How to love and become
The heart and life
Of the world.

- Sri Chinmoy

Excerpt from Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees part 48

Be a self-giver.

Everybody will follow

In your all-illumining footsteps.

- Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 225 by Sri Chinmoy.

Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 225 by Sri Chinmoy.

I remember …
My mother loved me, her world.
My father loved me, his dream.
My home loved me, its ’supreme’.

I remember …
I prayed with the blooming dawn,
I played with the glowing sun.
My life, the nectar fun.

I remember …
I sang with the twinkling stars,
I danced with the floating moon.
All lost, alas, too soon.

I remember, I remember, I remember.

- Sri Chinmoy

Excerpt from: My Flute

I sing because You sing,
I smile because You smile.
Because You play on the flute
I have become Your flute.
You play in the depths of my heart.
You are mine, I am Yours:
This is my sole identification.
In one Form
You are my Mother and Father eternal,
And Consciousness moon, Consciousness sun,
All pervading.

Excerpt from “My Flute” by  Sri Chinmoy

I shall listen to Your command, I shall.
In Your sky I shall fly, I shall fly.
Eternally You are mine, my very own.
You are my heart’s wealth.
For You at night in tears I shall cry,
For You at dawn with light I shall smile.
For You, for You, Beloved, only for You.

- Sri Chinmoy

From: My Flute

Excerpt from “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy

I remember …
My mother loved me, her world.
My father loved me, his dream.
My home loved me, its ’supreme’.

I remember …
I prayed with the blooming dawn,
I played with the glowing sun.
My life, the nectar fun.

I remember …
I sang with the twinkling stars,
I danced with the floating moon.
All lost, alas, too soon.

I remember, I remember, I remember.

Excerpt from “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy

My last word You will hear.
With this hope
I still exist on earth.
Let me dance in Your Heart always,
In the nights of sorrow and in the days of joy.
I feel that the torture of happiness is more painful
Than the torture of sorrow,
For when I am in joy I forget You;
I hurt your heart.

Excerpt from “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy