Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
The day I recieved my spiritual name
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Sri Chinmoy meets an old friend
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
The first time we met our Guru
Kaivalya, Devashishu and Sahadeva Torpy London, England
The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for Guru
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
My Room
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
If a little meditation can give you this kind of experience...
Pragya Gerig Nuremberg, Germany
My life with Sri Chinmoy
Namrata Moses New York, United StatesHow sports and fitness became part of our spiritual life
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Listen to the inner voice
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
A Flame in my Heart
Adesh Widmer Zurich, Switzerland
'Always say things in such a way as to inspire people, not discourage them'
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
I was just so transported by the atmosphere
Pulak Viscardi New York, United States
In the middle of an ocean of love
Bhadra Kleinman New YorkSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
Love, devotion and surrender
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South KoreaWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
How Sri Chinmoy appreciated enthusiasm
Prachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
Making progress on Sri Chinmoy's Path
Daulot Fountain Seattle, United States

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.