God the Poet

by Sri Chinmoy

 

God the Poet sings and dreams. 
God the Philosopher thinks and drinks. 
God the Lover loves and liberates.

The Poet-God sings the Song of Beauty. 
He dreams the Dream of Duty.

The Philosopher-God thinks the Thought of Height. 
He drinks the Vastness of Light.

The Lover-God loves the world as it is. 
He liberates the world from what it is.


Published in Arise! Awake! Thoughts of a Yogi

 

My Lord Supreme

A talk by Sri Chinmoy
at Pace College White Plains, New York

 

My Lord Supreme does not want to know what I have done for Him. He just wants to know how I am. I tell Him that I am perfectly all right and perfectly happy. Immediately He becomes exceedingly happy. He tells me that my happiness is everything to Him. He does not need anything else from me; I have given Him everything.

My Lord Supreme does not want to hear from me if I see anything in Him. He just wants me to dive deep within, and if I see anything sweet, pure and divine in the inmost recesses of my heart, then that is more than enough for Him. He tells me that when I see anything divine in the depth of my own heart, then I have seen everything inside Him. I have seen illumining Vision and fulfilling Reality.

My Lord Supreme does not want to know how much I know. He just tells me to agree to become His oneness-companion. He tells me that if I become inseparably one with His Compassion-Light and Satisfaction-Delight, then immediately I shall know everything. The past, present and future will open their doors to me.

My Lord Supreme tells me that I do not have to prove to Him how much I love Him. He just tells me to cry inwardly and soulfully, and to smile outwardly and unreservedly. My inner cry and my outer smile are more than enough to inundate Him, His divinity within and His divinity without, with my love.


Published in AUM – Vol. 4, No. 5, May 27, 1977

 

My Evening Descends

by Sri Chinmoy

 

My evening descends
And lovingly advises me
To be extremely conscious and cautious
All the time
So that my mind's doubt-dust
Cannot obscure the faith-blossoms
Of my God-loving heart.


Published in My Evening Descends