17 September

Always try to believe
In the kindness and goodness
Of other human beings.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 36, Agni Press, 2004

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16 September

Do you see something
Deep inside yourself?
It is the epitome of a new gospel:
Your heart’s selfless love.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 75, Agni Press, 1983

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15 September

Mere acceptance of the spiritual life
Is not enough.
You must avail yourself
Of each golden opportunity,
And throw your heart and soul
Into your progress-life.

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 75, Agni Press, 1983

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14 September

We must appreciate
The pain of life,
For it is from the pain of life
That we value
The sweetness of life.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 49, Agni Press, 2008

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13 September

Those who run after happiness
Will never be happy.
Happiness is something
That has to come to the fore
From within.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 41, Agni Press, 2004

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12 September

Each moment is precious,
Extremely precious,
Far beyond our imagination.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 50, Agni Press, 2009

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11 September

If you do the right thing,
Even if you become the target
Of wild criticism,
Your inner happiness
Will eventually prove to you
That God has always
Been pleased with you.

Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 47, Agni Press, 1984

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9 September

Never worry about things
That you are unable to change.
Change your own way
Of looking at truth.
Look from a higher
And more encompassing
Life-tree branch.

Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 164, Agni Press, 1991

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8 September

“Human love eventually becomes painful.
Divine love always remains blissful.”

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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7 September

Even in the abysmal abyss,
God’s Compassion-Eye
Is still available.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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6 September

To live in the Eternal Now,
We need an ever-progressing
Child-heart.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 43, Agni Press, 2005

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5 September

What you do not use yourself, do not give to others. For example, advice.

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Agni Press, 1970

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4 September

Adversity
Can be conquered
With a great amount of faith.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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3 September

When I dive deep within, I see
I am beckoned by the Breath of Eternity.

Sri Chinmoy, My God-Hunger-Cry, Agni Press, 2009

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2 September

Peace begins when expectation ends.

Sri Chinmoy, Flame-Goal. Daily meditations, Agni Press, 1973

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1 September

Be brave!
You must fearlessly face
All the problems
That are attacking you.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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31 August

“To choose the Truth is to gain God. To gain God is to conquer death’s pride and Immortality’s Smile.”

Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Agni Press, 1970

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30 August

Where is Heaven?
Heaven is not high above;
Heaven is inside
My God-loving heart-home.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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29 August

My heart and I
Are determined
To break open
The negativity-prison.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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28 August

You will be an excellent player
In God’s Cosmic Play
If you do not blame or criticise
Anybody.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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27 August

The greatest joy
Is in self-conquest,
And the self-conquering power
Is deep inside
Every human being.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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26 August

If you do not have control
Over your own emotions,
How will you ever get a promotion
In your inner life?

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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25 August

Each good thought
Is worth its weight
In gold.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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24 August

Nobody can understand
God’s Love
And God’s Compassion.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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23 August

My heart has so much
To give humanity,
But my mind
Has nothing to give.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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22 August

We must follow,
First and foremost,
The advice that we give
To others.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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21 August

If you want to succeed,
Then you must listen
To the dictates
Of your Inner Pilot
Always.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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20 August

Minimise
Your needs
And maximise
Your self-giving life.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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19 August

Nothing is more important
Than peace,
And only meditation
Can give this peace.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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18 August

The victory
Of our ego-mind
Is, indeed,
Hollow.

Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007

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