Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
Spiritual moments with my grandmother
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
Breaking the world record for the longest game of hopscotch
Pipasa Glass & Jamini Young Seattle, United States
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
Reflections on meditation
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Our Guru becomes the perfect disciple
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
If I can smile like that, it's worth becoming a disciple
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, SerbiaAkuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre
Akuti Eisamann Connecticut, United States
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win
Pragati Pascale New York, United States
People see something in Guru and want to be part of it
Saraswati Martín San Juan, Puerto Rico
Learning to love songs ever more
Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
'It was like I was seeing who Guru really was: this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New ZealandSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
My daily spiritual practises
Muslim Badami Auckland, New Zealand
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
My first impressions of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy
Lunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
No prior experience needed
Samalya Schafer Berlin, Germany
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic

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.