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Poems

It is my solo endeavour to paint my wall with my thoughts, Thoughts that are my innermost experiences’ outermost...

Since no words can describe Thee, Even the wisest is silent, As if mute is he. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

The entire system of meditation is based on one spiritual concept: How to kill the mind? Kill the bird...

A mute with eyes is much better than a talkative blind. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

Dreaming is my hobby, Awakening is my home. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

Only then will appear He, When I will be no more me, You may wonder, who will then witness...

Dancing is my hobby, Stillness is my home. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

The flower He has created for me is the same flower I have gifted back to Him. ~Sw. Chidananda...

I can be, As He, If I can lose, My ego me. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

Behind He is She, She is the Ultimate, Who will worship He, Without She? ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

You are my flame, I am your moth, I burn for you, To you. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

She dwells in every she as she, That is the reason why, I adore every she as She, I...