Related stories
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
Breaking the world record for the longest game of hopscotch
Pipasa Glass & Jamini Young Seattle, United States
The most beautiful and fulfilling of all possible experiences
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Meditation: Touching The Infinite
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
'You have to be like a warrior and fight'
Mahiyan Savage San Diego, United States
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Spiritual moments with my grandmother
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Believe, take a step and proceed: a 6-day race experience
Susan Marshall ,
My inner calling
Purnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
Sri Chinmoy's biography, written by one of the most famous Bengali authors
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Muhammad Ali: I was expecting a monster, but I found a lamb
Sevananda Padilla San Juan, Puerto RicoSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Sri Chinmoy's inner guidance
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
My first impressions of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy
Lunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
2 things that surprised me about the spiritual life
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
Becoming a disciple of Sri Chinmoy
Tilvila Hurwit Tampa, United States
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.
