Spiritual Highs and Lows

In Xian recently, on my first China trip with the troupe of Sri Chinmoy and students, I had a very interesting experience. One day, I was sitting in the large function hall, listening to a group of women (Ashani's prayer group) chanting 100 prayers that they had been learning by heart for several weeks. This they did in front of Sri Chinmoy, and the remainder of us enjoyed meditating while we were listening to this amazing feat. The effect of a large group reciting these wonderful, wisdom-filled gems so soulfully and devotedly, was enchanting to say the least.

At the end of this beautiful performance, the women ended by repeating a different prayer all at the same time. The effect was like a babbling brook, running faster and faster into the ocean. It was an extremely moving sound and sent me into an even higher meditation. As I was gazing toward the stage area, the stage seemed filled with light. But I could still clearly see the decorations and statues of the Xian Terra Cotta Warriors that had been placed each side of the stage where Sri Chinmoy was sitting, to honour China and her fascinating history.

Suddenly in the space of a moment, this setting seemed to open up. The Terra Cotta warriors stood up and started marching in time to the rhythm of the chanting. Instead of two or three, there was an army of them. Behind the warriors was a great and colourful throng, marching, with banners flying in the wind. They seemed to be marching down from a great height, celebrating a mighty, divine victory. Sri Chinmoy seemed to be carried along at the head of this procession. I found myself with tears streaming down my face. Then, just as suddenly, it ceased as the women finished their performance. What a vision I had seen! I am often in awe about this wonderful experience. Had I a glimpse of the heavenly throng?

Fence-Sitting

Trying,

To get over the fence.

Into that new world!

I want to jump –

"Yes, jump! Now!" He says.

"Into the Ocean of My Peace,

And Bliss!"

I want to jump down.

Onto the right side,

The side of Light!

But my mind, and vital,

Want to stay – in fear, and darkness.

I have been there.

Mire of emotion

Painful memories – confusion!

I try and try to hurl myself,

But like a little child,

Helpless,

Something of my garb

Gets caught!

Spiked!

Desperate I search, to release it,

But where?

Where does it hide?

What is it's motivation,

Disguise?

O when will it be transformed?

When will I be free?

- Mrinali.