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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
Charana Evans Cardiff, Wales
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
My Life with Sri Chinmoy: a book
Tejvan Pettinger Oxford, United Kingdom
My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
'Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them'
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Your life's responsibilities compel you to develop inner strength
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Running for Peace
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
'You have to be like a warrior and fight'
Mahiyan Savage San Diego, United States
10-Day Race: Staring into the Infinite
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, BrazilSuggested videos
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Humorous moments with Sri Chinmoy
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Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
How Sri Chinmoy appreciated enthusiasm
Prachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
I can recall only one occasion in my life when, ever so briefly, I fondly imagined that I was about to become enlightened. It was way back in 1978 and I was sitting in the cold winter sunshine on the shores of Rabbit Island, near Nelson in
Alas, as the hours wore on my euphoria receded, along with my expectation of an enlightenment experience, and I realised that I was about to rejoin the great Multitudes of the Unenlightened. The tide had come in and one of my discarded shoes, mocking my dismay, bobbed past me in the tide, enjoying its own brief liberation from worldly constraints. But the doorway had opened and I would never forget this sweet feeling of the inner life, like the distant memory of a happy childhood awoken by the fragrance, half a lifetime later, of a single tiny flower.