Poems on Self Transcendence

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Poems Self Transcendence

Beloved Lord Supreme,    
Do You approve of  
My self-transcendence song?
“My son, not only do I approve
But it is I who will
Sing in you,  
Sing through you
My Eternity’s Vision-Reality Song.”

Excerpt from Transcendence-Perfection

by Sri Chinmoy.

Do not ride the mighty waves    
Of dark despair
If you want to sit on the unparalleled throne
Of self-transcendence.

Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 48

by Sri Chinmoy.

A self-transcendence-mind    
Has peace.
A oneness-heart
Is peace.

Excerpt from Peace: God’s Heart-Home, Part 1

by Sri Chinmoy.

O God-seeker, 
Be not complacent
With what you have and are!
Develop an ever-increasing hunger,
For even God Himself is obeying
His own Self-Transcendence Message.

Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 49

by Sri Chinmoy.

TRANSCENDENCE

Self-transcendence
And
God-transcendence
Are the Self-form
Of the same transcendental Reality.  
When I endeavour to fathom
My self-transcendence
With my human comatose eyes,
I see the radical transformation
Of the devouring tiger in me
Into the fast-running, sure-winning deer.
And when I plead with the Supreme
To elucidate the signification  
Of transcendence, He just smiles
And declares:  
“Yours is the transcendence-task
To touch the feet of My creation
For its fire-pure transformation.
Yours is the transcendence-goal
Where the comity of souls have discovered
Their only haven.”

Excerpt from The Wings Of Light, Part 11

by Sri Chinmoy.

Our philosophy  
Is progress.  
In our self-transcendence  
Is our tremendous joy.

Excerpt from Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 13

by Sri Chinmoy.

Transcendence is perfection.    
Perfection is transcendence  
When we transcend our capacities,
Immediately we get an inner joy,
An inner thrill,  
Which is another name for perfection.
No perfection can ever be achieved
Without self-transcendence.

Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 16

by Sri Chinmoy.

Since your life has become  
A loud self-proclamation-drum,  
How will you ever feel the joy  
Of a transcendence-satisfaction-life?

Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 8

by Sri Chinmoy.

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