Sri Chinmoy wrote numerous volumes of poetry. This site offers a selection of these inspirational and instructional poems.


Poems by Sri Chinmoy

My secret and sacred bird

My secret and sacred bird now flies
To meet the Spirit’s vacancy.
All chaos of life today dissolved;
In me a surge of ecstasy.

Gold flames within my longing heart
Invoke the cosmos’ Parent-Sun.
A tapestry of Truth unseen
Bursts forth within; the Play is begun.

– Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the Muse

The life immortal

The life immortal must
Be this life of ours.
Limitless progress, Joy
Must feed our hours.

The selfless Will that knows
No feeble fears
Is our only guide and Eye
To end our tears.

– Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the Muse

 

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Sri Chinmoy Poetry Books

 

Throughout his life, Sri Chinmoy wrote numerous volumes of poetry. This includes major poetry series and selections of poetry, such as ‘My Flute’

 

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The Dance of Life

Parts 1-20 (1973)

 

 

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The Wings of Light

Parts 1-20 (1973)

 

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The Golden Boat

Parts 1-20 (1974)

 


 

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Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees,

parts 1-50 (1998-2007)

 

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Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants

Parts 1-270 (1983-1998)

 

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Ten Thousand Flower-Flames

Parts 1-100 (1979-1983)


About Sri Chinmoy

Sri Chinmoy (1931-2007) is a spiritual teacher, who was born in India, and spent 43 years in the West (1964-2007)

He offered a spiritual path based on the approach of ‘Love, devotion and surrender’. He founded Sri Chinmoy meditation centres in over 60 different countries.

Sri Chinmoy’s voluminous output of poems express the full range of spiritual experiences and challenges and offers timeless wisdom for the modern spiritual seeker.

As well as a poet, Sri Chinmoy was an accomplished musician, sportsman, artist and a student of peace.

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“Poetry is not to be understood. Poetry is to be felt. Poetry is to be loved. To try to understand a poem is like touching a rose with innumerable thorns. To try to feel a poem is to lovingly hold a rose without a single thorn. And to love a poem is to grow immediately into the beauty and fragrance of the rose itself…”

– Sri Chinmoy, excerpt from: On Poetry