5 January

God gave me the happiest news that He loves me even if I don’t care to love Him. I gave God the greatest news that I think of Him although ignorance constantly thinks of me.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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3 January

I do not compete with the world. I compete with my ignorance. I do not compare myself with the world. I compare myself with my soul’s perfection. I do not cooperate with the world’s stupidity. I cooperate with my heart’s purest sincerity.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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30 December

The year is ending. My desires are ending. My body’s bondage is ending. My life’s ignorance is ending.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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22 December

When I accuse my mind of stealing away my heart’s joy, I always meet with flat denials from the mind. Lord, what am I to do?

“My child, do not accuse the mind. Just adore your soul. Your soul has the power to inundate your heart with infinite Joy.”

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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19 December

If a seeker of the Infinite Truth enjoys idle talk, then his mind’s determination, his heart’s inspiration and his soul’s aspiration are bound to starve.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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16 December

I asked God what He was looking for. He said, “I am looking for gratitude’s home in My vast world.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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12 December

An unaspiring person always complains. There is no end to his complaints. He bitterly complains even when the blessings of opportunity knock at his very door.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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10 December

I want to be sincere. When I love the world, I complain of my poor capacity. When I love God, I complain of my sure insincerity.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970

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