Author: tejvan

How difficult it is
To come out of temptation-territory,
But a genuine seeker
Definitely can come out of it.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

God’s Compassion-Eye
Is all-where.
Only our awareness
Is missing.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

Each illumining Whisper from God
Shows my gratitude-heart
How to walk along Eternity’s Road.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

Devotion is needed
In boundless measure
To illumine my mind’s
Darkness-abyss.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

We came into the world
To fight for Mother Earth
Against her countless enemies.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

If you want God to dine with you,
Never, never,
Even for a fleeting second,
Whine.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

Kindness and concern
Always find the shortest way
At the fastest speed
To God.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

God asks me to shut up
When I criticise ruthlessly
His beloved creation.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

My heart can never understand
Why my mind, vital and body
Are so attached
To the fleeting finite.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

A true meditation
Teaches us how to live
Without any expectation.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

Unless a seeker listens to
His heart-whispers,
He will make no spiritual progress.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998

Mine is the wisdom-light
That tells me to ask
Not for a lighter burden,
But for a stronger heart.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

Without the Grace-Power,
Everything is out of reach.
With the Grace-Power,
Everything is within easy reach.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

A heart flooded with poise
Can alone take me
Beyond the horizons
Of my sleepless sorrow.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

The human life is nothing
But
A prison of misunderstandings.
How can we escape?
We can escape
Through the self-giving windows.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

There is a way
That has no negativities.
And that way is
Purity’s selfless way.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

Happiness is my name,
For the desire to appear right
Has been replaced
By the desire to be right.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

God’s Forgiveness finds me
No matter where I am.
God’s Compassion takes me
Where I ought to go.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

A soulful heart
Has discovered a supreme truth:
To meditate on God
Is a privilege
And not a duty.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

I am saved at last,
For truth has unquestionably
Charmed me,
My entire being.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

The day I saved my oneness-light
From meanness-night,
I needed no more safety
From any human being.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

Accept the truth
Soulfully.
The higher worlds
Will inundate you
Immediately.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

Lose, lose the map
Of your mind.
The road of your heart
Will immediately appear
Before your vision-eye.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

There was a time
When I loved you,
O my thought-world.
But now I love
The beauty of a silence-mind
And
The purity of a gratitude-heart.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981

One positive seed-thought
Has saved me,
My entire life:
My Lord Supreme
Will always love me
No matter what I do
Or what I say
Or even what I become.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981