Hope

A talk by Sri Chinmoy
at the United Nations, New York

Hope is my mind’s secret fear.

Hope is my heart’s sacred courage.

Hope is my life’s daring experience.

Hope is my soul’s illumining success and fulfilling progress.

Hope is my Lord’s ascending Perfection and my Lord’s transcending Satisfaction.

AUM

We the members of the Meditation Group at the United Nations have only one friend, a soulful friend, a oneness-friend: hope. We started with hope-friend. Hope-friend and hope-life were synonymous in our case. And this hope-life was firmly established on February 29th, 1972 when I had the golden opportunity to meet with former Secretary-General U Thant, who embodied colossal hope for the entire world. U Thant’s life itself became the grandiose flood of hope. A simple school teacher from Burma became the principal teacher of the comity of nations. Here his teaching life did not come to an end. He went one step further, serving divinity in humanity with the message of the all-illumining and all-fulfilling truth.

The message of his soulful heart was, “No compromise; no compromise with falsehood. Truth is paramount. Truth alone can save, illumine, perfect and fulfil the world.” Hope-vision he discovered. Hope-realisation he became. Hope-illumination he offered to the world at large. This was our beloved brother U Thant, the U.N. pilot who will ever be remembered for his simplicity-life, kindness-heart and oneness-soul. In him we observe that the finite hope of today does not have to remain with the finite fleeting hope forever. It can slowly, steadily and unerringly grow into infinite life-saving and life-illumining reality.

U Thant’s compassion was at times misunderstood by the human souls. But his oneness with large nations and small nations, with all and sundry, was never, never misunderstood, for what he was, what he is and what he will forever remain is simplicity’s oneness, purity’s oneness and divinity’s oneness.


Published in AUM — Vol.II-6, No. 4, April 1980.

 

Photo by Adarini Inkei

 

Sri Chinmoy handwrites the ‘Invocation’ at his home in New York.

 

Invocation

Supreme, Supreme, Supreme, Supreme!
  I bow to Thee, I bow.
  My life Thy golden plough;
My journey’s Goal Thy soulful Dream.
Supreme, Supreme, Supreme, Supreme!
  I bow to Thee, I bow.

Supreme, I am Thy glowing Grace.
  My world, Thy Feet of Light;
  My breath, Thy Vision’s kite.
Thou art one Truth, one Life, one Face.
Supreme, Supreme, Supreme, Supreme!
  I bow to Thee, I bow.


Poem published in My Flute, and song in Climbing Flames.