Some poems...

In April 2004 Sri Chinmoy celebrated the fortieth anniversary of his arrival in the West. For his students, it presented the perfect opportunity to take up a personal challenge and complete it by April - anything from learning forty songs on a new instrument to doing forty long-distance runs to repeating a mantra forty thousand times over three months.

Around January 2004, I was working for a month with other students of Sri Chinmoy in a shop in Graz, Austria when I instinctively putting a few things to paper, and before I knew it I had three poems written. Then the idea came to turn it to forty by April.

I was doing pretty well and on target with a month to go but then I took my eye off the ball and ended up having to write ten poems in the last week! Sri Chinmoy had said of his poetry that he just concentrates on the quantity and lets God take care of the quality - this was certainly true of me that last week. But it was all completed and sent off - strange thing is, I haven't written another poem since.

These three I wrote in Graz - I kind of like them because they remind me of a time when spiritually I was doing quite nicely.

Also, here's a link to some poems I like by other poets...

Richard, a student of Sri Chinmoy from the Oxford centre, runs a great site called poetseers.org where one can find spiritual poetry from all around the world...

Not to mention Sri Chinmoy's own poems...


First Steps

walking home

it had rained

the streetlights were dancing in the puddles

dancing all the way home
 
All I could think about

was the memory
 
of my youngest brother
 
about to take his first steps
 
all set up for the cameras
 
Dad holding him upright
 
and Mam waiting with arms outstretched.
 
I only really remember
 
the look on his face,
 
those eager moons of eyes
 
that have never known suspicion,

and that smile;
 
........to think that a smile
 
        could break loose
 
         from the shackles of his face
 
         and resurface inside my heart now
 
         all of fifteen years later........
 
That smile,
 
it filled him up so completely,
 
and he probably wasnt even aware
 
of the task ahead of him,

oblivious to everything

except his love for his mother,

and his absolute trust

that she would never let anything happen to him

Dad let him go


and he ran


Running up hills


My body hates hills.

My mind hates hills.

My vital boasts its enthusiasm

for the first hundred metres or so.

   okay, my vital hates hills too.

 

But only my heart matters

my heart

bounding forward like a puppy

dragging its supposed owner by the leash


Gratitude


gratitude for this Yoga


every day I am left confounded


that it still survives


my clawing mind


but then again


I suspect


it has never fully recovered


I suspect


despite the maintenance of facade


deep down

it will forever remain in shock


staring slack-jawed


in amazement


as to how I was won over


by what seemed to it


to be just another theory

where I could carve the bits I liked


and wedge them in


to fill the holes


in all my other theories


 


gratitude for this Yoga


for the inspiration and courage I needed


 to throw away these fond musings


the chance to just live this life


and let this Yoga cradle me;


you have taken my horizons


and flown away with them


towards the stars


a smile-shaped constellation


inside my heart


a smile stretching


one end of the universe


to the other




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