Related stories
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
Muhammad Ali: I was expecting a monster, but I found a lamb
Sevananda Padilla San Juan, Puerto Rico
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
A spiritual name is the name of our soul, and what we can become
Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for Guru
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
Spiritual Friends
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
I just knew from the moment I saw him
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
The day when everything began
Bhagavantee Paul Salzburg, Austria
My life with Sri Chinmoy
Namrata Moses New York, United States
The day I saw my Guru's Third Eye
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win
Pragati Pascale New York, United StatesSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
Breaking Guinness records
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
An airport meditation experience
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Siblings on a spiritual path
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
My daily spiritual practises
Muslim Badami Auckland, New Zealand
Finding your spiritual Master
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
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.
