Excalibur

In my heart I hold
God’s sword of light
I shudder and hope
To receive thy might

In me thou knowest
A weakly wil
Yet love of thee
Propels me still

In a sea of doubt
One could easily drown
A narrowed furl
Of confusing frown

When Supreme's light-eye
Steers and guides
Along go I
For thy earthly ride

In a golden boat
Of promise seems
To wonders realms
Of hopes, sweet dreams.

Thankyou, for taking the time to read this poem.

The reason for writing this is that the poem seemed extremely remarkable in that I had never before, written any poem, worth reading and was amazed at this appearance. When one starts meditation classes the teachers often explain that meditation brings to the fore often-unrealised talents or develops those already open, and for some time I was wondering if this would indeed occur. Astonishingly now after writing a great many poems I further realise that I am not always the author at all and the supreme must take the real credit. I am only holding the pen. What fun indeed.

Sri Chinmoy often says that we are indeed all capable of doing much, much more that our timid minds think possible.

Having only jogged around the block a few times before starting meditating, and now having completed 2x 24hour events (Best result 3 marathons, 81 miles) several other ultra marathons and about 20 marathons, I see that, as always, what he says of our hidden capacities, are so very true and I assure you this not all the end as the best is still to come as my meditations keep on improving with little nuggets of achievements dotting the way, all the way.

What a tremendous blessing to have such a teacher to inspire us, not by talk, but by ever increasing examples of self-transcendence.

Sri Chinmoy definitely walks the walk!

Who needs the old stressed out life? Bring it on, meditation; oh boy I’m ready!!!!

Thank you so very much—Nicholas File.