Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Celestial experiences
Antaranga Gressenich Munich, Germany
The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for Guru
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
Check your Front Tire
Arpan De Angelo New York, United States
A vision at 3 a.m in the morning
Abarita Dänzer Zürich, Switzerland
Having a Spiritual Teacher
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
The day I recieved my spiritual name
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
'It was like I was seeing who Guru really was: this extraordinary, beautiful being inside a physical body'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United KingdomAkuti: a pioneer-jewel in our Centre
Akuti Eisamann Connecticut, United States
My love of spiritual poetry
Manatita Hutchinson London, United KingdomSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
My first impressions of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy
Lunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
Things I have learnt from the spiritual life
Sanjay Rawal New York, United States
Beginnings of a spiritual journey
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
Spirituality - the most fascinating subject on earth
Laila Faerman New York, United States
Selfless Service
Brian David Seattle, United StatesWhen I met Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria

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.