Death in a Supermarket

    Stranger
    I heard you cry like a bird
    and saw your white face
    stripped of all masks
    and pained,
    hands panicked and fumbling blind
    at the rows of stupid produce
    now tumbling down –
    then you started your own slow fall.
    And I watched, stunned and saw
    your paroxysms, legs flapping
    and no one to hold you at the end
    poor sod
    whimpering, friendless, then dead,
    lying amongst the yoghurt on the cold,
    littered floor.

       – Jogyata.

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Journeys

A short poem... (that should be read slowly, while having a nice cup of tea.)

    Journeys

    I like travelling
    Slow miles unravelling
    over forests, farmlands
    and quiet hills meandering
    on journeys to nowhere.

    I like wandering
    watching and pondering
    each moment marvelling
    at life unfolding
    as I pass along this way.

    I like brooding
    by seasides soothing
    by waters calming
    on grey stones falling
    the moondance of tide
    ebbing and flowing
    on journeys we make, somewhere.

    I like travelling
    life unravelling
    as we pass this way
    going somewhere
    and nowhere.

       – Jogyata.

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The Birds

bellbird-woodpigeon-tui.jpg     Untouched by other worlds
    they preen in high-up haven boughs
    scramble upside down
    in shadowed leaves and light.
    All day long
    the murmur of indolent birds.
    In the musket blaze
    of flowering kowhai
    bellbirds flit and gorge
    on pendulums of clustered
    yellow trumpets.
    Chatterbox larks
    rise up to their aerial kingdom,
    orbit in blue meadows
    proclaim from their high up pulpits.
    But no one is listening.
    Waders stalk the hem of sea—
    white-laced and whispering
    its same old cadences and songs-
    and look, an ocean wanderer
    come to rest
    bleached bones, ragged feather flag
    a broken yellow wing.
    Here on these black sands
    that were once mountains
    everything finds its end.
    I once held your hands here
    the thin bones
    while you wept all
    your griefs at the sea.
    Oh my dear
    Oh my dear

    At dusk the bats will reign.

       – Jogyata.

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My God-Hunger-Cry – by Sri Chinmoy

My God-Hunger-Cry – September 12, 2006 A heart of glowing purity— Empty of insecurity. - Sri Chinmoy.
My God-Hunger-Cry - by Sri Chinmoy

In October of 2005, Sri Chinmoy began a series of prayer-poems entitled My God-Hunger-Cry. We are delighted to feature them here and hope they bring you joy and inspiration.

My God-Hunger-Cry – by Sri Chinmoy

My God-Hunger-Cry – September 11, 2006 Humility knows no decay. Divinity knows no delay. - Sri Chinmoy.
My God-Hunger-Cry - by Sri Chinmoy

In October of 2005, Sri Chinmoy began a series of prayer-poems entitled My God-Hunger-Cry. We are delighted to feature them here and hope they bring you joy and inspiration.

My God-Hunger-Cry – by Sri Chinmoy

My God-Hunger-Cry – September 10, 2006 Be a true God-seeker— Within, without, no fear. - Sri Chinmoy.
My God-Hunger-Cry - by Sri Chinmoy

In October of 2005, Sri Chinmoy began a series of prayer-poems entitled My God-Hunger-Cry. We are delighted to feature them here and hope they bring you joy and inspiration.

A celebration of all the talents

A diverse festival of of cultural, athletic, musical and spiritual events concluded in Queens, New York just last week. The two-week celebration took place to commemorate 76 years in the life of Sri Chinmoy, who over the past forty years has gained international acclaim for his contributions to philosophy, world harmony and interfaith relations. The wide array of events was intended to serve as a living demonstration that every kind of human talent - including art, music, theatre, athletics, and poetry - has a role to play in bring about a better world.

The two-week festival was graced by the presence of the musician Boris Purushottama Grebenshikov, a household name in his native Russia, and whose band, Aquarium, were involved in many of the landmark steps towards full artistic freedom as Russia emerged from Communist rule. On August 29th, Boris played a solo concert in the United Nations to enthusiastic acclaim (see separate blog entry for more details; a few days earlier, the same building had also played host to an all-female ensemble from the Sri Chinmoy Centre who have performed concerts of meditative music to audiences all around the world for the past 25 years. Many other musical performances took place over the two weeks; one particularly notable performance on August 18th featured an 80-strong orchestra led by Swiss musician Panchajanya Burri, performing a multi-part arrangement of the legendary Bangladeshi composer Kazi Nazrul Islam's immortal song He Partha Sarathi. A classical music evening took place on August 28th, where performers from all over the world performed classical and folk arrangements from their own countries.

An unmistakeable highlight of the event was the unveiling of the largest pencil ever created, a 76 foot long monster weighing in at an enormous 18,000 pounds, built by an international volunteer team led by Ashrita Furman (see separate blog entry for more details). During the two-week period, Ashrita also set four other Guinness records, including an amazing three in the space of just one day - performing 36 deep knee bends on a Swiss balancing ball without falling off, catching a water balloon thrown from a distance of 64 feet without bursting it, and running a mile in just over nine minutes whilst simultaneously bouncing three balls on the ground! A few days later he also achieved a long-cherished goal of breaking the record for balancing the most glasses on his chin. This record was a particularly gratifying one for Ashrita, as he had been trying unsuccesfully to break it for years.

A selection of Sri Chinmoy's paintings created between 2004 and 2007 were also displayed as part of an ongoing 'Art in the Garden' exhibition series. Sri Chinmoy calls his paintings 'Jharna-Kala', which means 'fountain art' in his native Bengali: the name describes the manner in which he composes the paintings in a spontaneous flow coming from the heart. For these particular paintings, Sri Chinmoy first wrote down a quality or ideal such as 'Compassion' or 'Tolerance', and then spontaneously created acrylic drawings based on his heart's feeling about that quality. No less than ten of the paintings in the exhibition featured the name 'World Harmony' - Sri Chinmoy has been at the forefront of many initiatives to further the cause of world harmony, the most well-known being the World Harmony Run, a global Olympic-style torch relay run which passes through over 70 countries around the world bringing people together in a spirit of friendship and understanding.

Other events that took place included a stirring talk on the ideals of Thomas Jefferson, and a virtuoso theatrical production by American director Natabara Rollinson. The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team, the sporting organisation founded by Sri Chinmoy in 1977, also held a marathon on August 25th which attracted almost 1,000 people; Sri Chinmoy has long been a believer in sport as a powerful instrument for bringing people together and creating a better world.

The organisers hope that the range of events have inspired the people who saw them to pursue their own dreams in life. "I feel inspiration is of paramount importance.", Sri Chinmoy explains. "If I can inspire someone, and if that person also can inspire me, then we can do many good things for the betterment of this world. If I am inspired, you are inspired and he is inspired, then we shall be able to work together. When we are not inspired, we find fault with other human beings; we quarrel, fight and do many deplorable things. But if we are inspired, then we do many good things for the improvement of this world."