My Body

O my body, you are a gift of the Supreme.
Potentiality inexhaustible you have, deep within you.
To misunderstand you means to misunderstand
the chosen instrument of God.

You want not, you must not, you cannot conquer
the length and breadth of the world
with your physical strength.
Offer your growing heart
to the hearts far and near.
Offer your glowing soul
to the souls around, below, above. Then alone you become the conqueror
and possessor of God?s entire universe.
O my body, invoke your soul always
for you to lead. Invoke!
Never shall the monotony of the
uneventful life plague you.
With lightning speed yours shall be the ceaseless march . . . upward
to the Highest, inward to the Inmost, forward to the Farthest.
Sing, sing the song of Bliss in Immortality!
Breathe, breathe in the breath of Consciousness in Immortality!
Live, live the life of Existence in Immortality!
Death? Die you must not.
For your death will be a great loss to humanity and by far a greater loss to Divinity.
Fight, O my body, fight with ignorance to the bitterest end.
Never allow ignorance to envelop you, your outer cloak. Your tearing efforts shall be crowned with success.
O body of mine, fare you well for eternity.
May each earthly year of yours have a trillion fulfilling years.
God the Eternal Dreamer is dreaming
through you, with you.
God the Eternal Reality is living
for you, with you and in you.

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Excerpt from ‘Songs of the Soul‘ by Sri Chinmoy


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