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And so the poet sang. Richly. Ceaselessly In ever new ways. In March, 1973 Sri Chinmoy embarked on The Dance of Life, a series of one thousand poems. Unlike other poems that had been composed as single units, this extensive work was the result of a sustained impulse. With up to fifty poems a day streaming from his pen, the poet did not appear to wait upon inspiration. Some years later, he was to comment:

The value of my achievement does not depend on how much time I have. It depends only on my oneness with the Will of the Supreme.[8]

The poet endeavoured to become a pure limbeck through which his inner world of vision could achieve a concrete and tangible form. Spirituality to him was an experience of plenitude. In one poem from this series he announced:

Every minute inspires me
    To attempt.
Every hour perfects me
    To ascend.
Every day illumines me
    To reach.[9]

He saw the creative arts as the offspring of spirituality, interpenetrated with it--even as the wave rises up from the sea and yet is not separate from it:

    Spirituality is the sea; art is a wave. Spirituality is the sea of God's all-transcending Universal Beauty Art is a wave of God's all-revealing Universal Beauty.
    Spirituality embodies; art reveals ... [10]