Sri Chinmoy said of poetry:

“…The poet beckons tomorrow’s dream-dawn and then transforms tomorrow’s dream-dawn into today’s reality-day. It is a deplorable mistake we make when we try to understand poetry. 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…” 1


Sri Chinmoy was a prolific writer of poetry. His poems expressed a range of experiences faced by spiritual seekers - from the struggles of human life to the heights of the deepest meditation.

Revelation

No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
Above the toil of life, my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.

I have known the One and His secret Play,
And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance-Dream.
In tune with Him, I sport and sing;
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.

Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
My Form I have known and realised.
The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.

- Sri Chinmoy 2

Selected poems

Other collections of poetry by Sri Chinmoy

My Flute

Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants

Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees

The Dance of Life at Sri Chinmoy Poetry

Further reading

Sri Chinmoy Poetry.com

References