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In conformity with this universality of outlook, Sri Chinmoy's landscape images are, in the main, stylised, almost classical, in their perspective. They fulfil a distinct role but are seldom realised with any degree of individuality. The poet gestures towards them briefly and then passes beyond them. They are the touchstones for his inner fields of consciousness. There is an allencompassing feeling about many of Sri Chinmoy's poems, as though in his wideness of heart he is able to contain the world about him:

In the depth of my heart the blue bird
    smiles and the blue bird plays.
The festival of lustre-form and
    celestial delight is inviting everyone.
The sun, the moon, the mountains
    and the ocean all have come.
Today we shall listen to the call of
    Infinity.
We shall run toward Infinity.
Right in front of us is the ladder of Light.
Our hearts have become the flower of
    Light Divine.
We are the hope of our Lord Supreme.
The world-creator is none other than our love. [24]

My consciousness dances
With boundless sky and air.
It also sports with the waves of the sea.
And I am on the top of the mountain peak.
No place there is on earth
Where my consciousness is not.
I am offering my self-form
To the service of the Absolute Supreme.[25]