Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
I see infinitely more than I say
Agraha Levine Seattle, United States
How I learned from Sri Chinmoy
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
I was what you call a classic unconscious seeker
Rupantar LaRusso New York, United States
Sri Chinmoy meets an old friend
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
My Room
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
The day I saw my Guru for the first time
Natabara Rollosson New York, United States
Running for Peace
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My love of spiritual poetry
Manatita Hutchinson London, United Kingdom
The first time that I really understood that I had a soul
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Check your Front Tire
Arpan De Angelo New York, United States
If a wish comes from the soul, it will be granted
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United StatesSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Sri Chinmoy's inner guidance
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
Finding your spiritual Master
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
Meditation: you make progress just by doing it
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
What drew me to Sri Chinmoy's path
Nikolaus Drekonja San Diego, United States
Starting a spiritual café
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand

I can still remember the thrill of running barefoot along a well-worn track through fields of tall grass near my childhood home. I knew every turn, every foothold, on the path that twisted its way from the edge of the bushland through hill and valley to my front door. With the wind in my face, I’d open my mouth a little wider to catch a cooling gulp of air to ease the searing pain of the breathless rush. Nearing the finish, my legs were burning, my arms were heavy, but as I pushed away all thought and squeezed the last ounce of strength from my veins, I flew like a bird free from centuries of earthly tethers. And then I’d collapse on the front lawn and lie there on my back, my heart pounding, my lungs still screaming for relief, exhausted of all intention, trying to focus through bleary eyes on the unreachable blue vastness of the sky above, as the last few dizzying minutes of ecstasy whirled in my mind.