Moments of Eternity
There are moments, instances of sheer wonder and beauty, capable of kindling and revealing the imperturbable eternity living in our souls.
Instances of eternity filled with splendour, light, love, joy, however manifesting in time and its flow and the discontinual reality of our human, temporal existence, yet oblivious of these self-imposed limits, revealing the true eternal nature of our Innermost.
They live suspended in the spaces of spirit which remain quiet and untouched by the ephemeral and finite, awaiting the receptivity and openness of the human vessel tuning its soul towards its Source.
They are unpredictable, come unexpectedly, unannounced, be it in times of introversion or seclusion or in the bustle of daily activities whose empty torpor and aimless gropings they dissipate and illumine with musings of inspiration, purpose, harmony, light.
The bountiful gift descends, is revealed, opens us to its grandeur, and without expectations, gives us the freedom to be and discover ourselves, with or without itself, whether through awareness or blindness, appreciation or oblivion, gratitude or pride, in the end all different expressions of that unfathomable, endless game of oneness that gives a quality of the unlimited, multiple and infinite to our apparently limited, finite, time-bound self.
A conscious acquaintance with these spiritual realms containing such splendour and beauty irradiates the time-bound which strives for the timeless, keeps my heart afloat in the surrounding ocean of darkness and blindness, in tune with the Light and the Grandeur of my Creator and His reflection in my Soul.
The eternity contained in these fractions of time ignites in me a sense of utmost gratitude, boundless appreciation and love.
I cannot but equate these instances of eternity as vision, intimacy, communion with the Divinity within, around, above.
All is stillness.
All is silence.
All is being.
All is Beauty, Love, Delight.
(Reykjavík, 08/03/2004)
Why run 3100 miles?
3100 miles (or nearly 5000km) sounds like an eternity and believe me, it also feels like an eternity. Very often, I have been asked why am I doing such a long race?
This is not a question that you can answer in a few words; it needs a lot of background description. First of all I love any kinds of sports and I started running when I was six years old. Running is so simple, you just need your running shoes, a running shorts and a shirt. When I was 10 years old, I did my first half marathon, just for myself. I was never really a very fast runner, but I liked the movement, the challenge and the feeling of satisfaction, after the training. So I was running with no real goal, but for the satisfaction of running and feeling fit itself.
Things changed rapidly, when I got in touch with Sri Chinmoy, who became my spiritual mentor. A major part of Sri Chinmoy's philosophy is "Self-Transcendence" in every walk of life - that is to say, whatever you do, you can improve and you can go one step further, transcending your previous achievement. That was and still is something for me, that strikes me and inspires me in everything; to go beyond yesterdays achievement. Many restrictions are creations of the limited mind and we think that this and that is not possible, but once we try it, we find that it is not only possible but also attainable - if we believe in it and cultivate patience. One of Sri Chinmoy's students, Ashrita Furman is a shining example of self-transcendence in action. Ashrita has set more than 200 Guinness records and he is still going on.
I think every runner has at one point the dream to finish a marathon. In the beginning it is a far fetched dream, but as you start training, it becomes more and more a reality. Then the big day is coming, you are standing at the starting line and …
Hours later you cross the finish line and you are in ecstasy, you did it; a mental barrier has been lifted. Years back, many people thought the marathon runners to be crazy folk, and now you see 30,000 participants in the New York Marathon; marathon running has become something honorable.
After I did my first marathon, I heard about a 700 mile race in New York and I was thrilled about the idea. The problem was, that I thought that I did not have the capacity to do it. But there was a voice inside me that inspired me to try it and I finished it. Gradually I improved my stamina and my mental capacity to run the 3100 mile race. Who would have thought that one day I would run such a distance? With patience and determination and grace, is there anything that is impossible?
The Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race, as it is called, is a very special race in many ways and on different levels.
It comprehends:
- the eternity of our progress in life
- the challenge of life
- the endurance we need for our life
- the patience for achieving something
- the mental poise we need in every situation of our life
- the helpfulness of a positive mind…
What makes this race so special for me is that you can learn so much about yourself in a relatively short time. The distance of 3100 miles has to be done in 52 days, that makes 59.6 miles per day. Everything gets very intense in this race. For 52 days you have to be very focused and endure rain, heat, humidity, injuries and lack of sleep. You are really pushing the limits and you can learn day by day, how to tackle problems in a better way.
Here at this point I have to say that the longer the race is, the fitter your mind has to be. You can create so much energy when your mind is cheerful and poised. When your thoughts are running amok and are becoming negative, you are loosing your energy and you are just seeing negative reasons to continue. At this point meditation is very helpful, it helps you to control your mind and gives it a positive momentum.
I want to tell an incident from a runner. At a 100km race in Vienna a friend of mine was running and he had done already 70km and he felt quite fresh, when his wife came and told him, “You look tired, you will not be able to finish the race.”
Sure enough five kilometers later he had to quit; the power of the mind.
During the race it is like a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs. Is it not the same as in day to day life? There are days we do not want to go out of the house, and life seems like a barren field. But if you continue you see that even after a very long tunnel you are going to see the light again. You just have to hang in, look for the positive and you will be rewarded. Here in the race you get plenty of opportunity to practice this experience and overcome it again and again. After such a race so many problems seem to be negligible, non-existing.
I simply love the opportunity to get this intense training of problem-solving drills. At the race you can not back off; you are confronted with the problems and you have to find a solution, or it will haunt you the next day and the following day.
In normal life you go and watch a movie or do something else to escape of the problem. Not at the race - "Face the problems and solve them!" is the motto.
You have to start the 3100 miles with your first step and many are to be followed. If you always think of the whole race, your mind can not take it, so you have to break it into smaller portions, laps, hours, days… so it becomes digestable. Similarly, in our life if we think of everything that we have to do, then it looks like an impossible task, so we also have to start with the first task, the second…until everything is done. Is this race not a great teacher for our life?
Sri Chinmoy took a very personal interest in this race and came nearly every day to encourage the runners. Everytime he came to the race I feel my spirit lifted and it gave me additional physical power.
Al Howie, an ultra-running legend in the 80's who became the first person to finish the 1300 mile race organised by the Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team. He said, "Every time I am coming here and I am running a race, I am leaving as a better person." Yes, that is why I am also running this race - to become a better person.
The Homepage of Smarana Puntigam
Hier findest Du die deutsche Version von Smaranas Webseite.
My name is Smarana and I come from Vienna, in Austria. For me it is always amusing, when people in Asia ask me, where I come from. I tell them and they say, "Oh Australia!"
Yes, Austria is a small country, but as soon as you bring classical music, or Mozart into the picture, nearly everybody knows about it.
I am very grateful to my father, since it was him who evoked the interest for spirituality in me; we would talk for hours about psychology and spirituality. So I was very lucky to get in touch with Sri Chinmoy at the tender age of 16.
Many years later I am shedding tears of joy and gratitude for all the inner and outer experiences that I was allowed to undergo. Life has become an adventure and day for day I am exploring new spiritual land and knowing more about life.

Life has become rich and colourful and it feels like sitting in a sailing-boat, where the wind is blowing the sails and I am on course to my goal. With Sri Chinmoy as my spiritual guide, I feel like a small child, that is taking his father's guiding and protecting hand. This hand is always there and in all the years, I have always been able to rely on that.
My spiritual life is also very closely related to running. Sri Chinmoy's motto is self transcendence, in every walk of your life. The Sri Chinmoy Marathon Team sponsors the longest race in the world: the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race.I was fortunate enough to participate in ten of these “pilgrimages”, as I call them.
In his book, The Body: Humanity's Fortress, Sri Chinmoy describes the body as being like a temple and the soul is like the shrine. It is very difficult to meditate if the temple is leaking or broken and it is difficult if the shrine is shabby.
So, spirituality can help your body and if the body is strong, it can be a tremendous help for your spiritual life.
I'm being followed by a moonflower
Started from seeds gifted to me by a co-worker a few years back, this perennial is a perennial favorite in my yard.
Fragrant moonflowers dress my front yard in such a way that walking from the driveway to the front porch becomes a perfumed path at night because this flower is a night owl, closing its blossoms during the sunlit day.
A couple of days ago, the blossoms were still open in the morning and partial sunlight added a special touch to their already distinct beauty. With the sun playing on their petals, it seemed as if they were illuminated in an otherworldy fashion. Coinciding with my day of the week to start work at noon insteand of nine, I delighted in taking the time to seriously capture some photographs of this stunning flower.
The blossoms were in various states of unfolding and the details included spiral patterns and curlicue edges that trumpeted perfection. Just as the patterns created by sand crabs in Malaysia created a spiral beauty, these flowers sang a spiral song in each state of opening and awakening.
I felt almost like a thief with my camera who could never lay claim to actually own these riches now adorning my snapshot albums.
Here are a few of the photos and there are more in my gallery album .
Moon Rise
After a day where the computer was my very own pet "ball and chain," I finally ventured out of the house to do a quick errand
and buy a new battery for my cordless telephone at the Radio Shack store only a short drive from my house. When I pulled up in the shopping plaza, I discovered the store was gone having been replaced by a Coldstone Creamery Ice Cream shop. While this brand of ice cream has its laudable merits, the cooler fallish weather meant I was not in the mood for ice cream and had me none too thrilled for my phone battery errand to be fruitless.
The sun had just set by the time I got back to my house so I decided to drive down a couple of blocks to watch the last remnants of what looked like must have been a beautiful sunset indeed. I didn't get out of my car, just sat and looked out over the marsh and river drinking in the pink hued light that dappled on the water and tinged the sky like cotton candy.
I couldn't linger because soon I would attend a meditation meeting at our local Sri Chinmoy Centre. However, as I headed back up the hill to my house my vision was arrested by an almost full moon rising in the sky still fairly close to the horizon. My discouragement at a fruitless errand evaporated and I was so happy to see my venture out and about had brought me in tandem with the moon.
Not even familiar with the proper manual settings on my camera for capturing the scene (my automatic setting was producing blurry pictures even with the night setting), I just experimented and got a few pictures that hint at the majesty that rose before my eyes.
Nature never fails to impart depth and meaning in my sometimes less than compelling routine and daily melee. So with my memories resurfacing from childhood, where an upright player piano in the basement cranked out tunes from dotted rolls of paper fed to its interiors, I'm remembering one song that started "By the light of the silvery moon... your silver beams will bring love dreams - or at least something like that went the lyrics...

Photos by Sharani
Cicada Dog Days of August
Look, look! If we're having show and tell at school today, I know what I'm going to bring...
Smart squirrels and monster caterpillars looking for a new friend can shake hands with this cicada!
Yesterday the weather was absolutely perfect - not overly hot or humid and sunny so I was sitting outside on my lunch hour as was one of my co-workers. As he came back in, he told me there was a cicada on the tree nearby. He only knew it because as he walked past it made its distinctive cicada noise. He said it was unusual to see them because usually they fly away when people come nearby.
Of course, I ran inside to find my camera and enjoyed my first ever encounter with a cicada - actually two of them. They let me get quite close to take a photo and didn't fly away. Admittedly, they look a little closer than I was because of cropping the photo as well.
Aren't they remarkable? The wings are so delicate. As far as I can tell, this one is a Tibicen Cicada also called a Dog-Day Cicada because they come out in late July and August. Here's a snippet of information about them from Wikipedia: "Male cicadas (and only males) have loud noisemakers called "tymbals" on the sides of the abdominal base. Their "singing" is not stridulation as in many other familiar sound-producing insects like crickets (where two structures are rubbed against one another): the tymbals are regions of the exoskeleton that are modified to form a complex membrane with thin, membranous portions and thickened "ribs". They rapidly vibrate these membranes with strong muscles, and enlarged chambers derived from the tracheae make their body serve as a resonance chamber, greatly amplifying the sound. Some cicadas produce sounds louder than 106 dB (SPL), among the loudest of all insect-produced sounds. (This amazing sound has frequently inspired haiku poets in Japan to write about them.) They modulate their noise by wiggling their abdomens toward and away from the tree that they are on. Only males produce the cicadas' distinctive sound. Both sexes, however, have tympana, which are membranous structures used to detect sounds; thus, the cicadas' equivalent of ears."
Isn't Mother Nature amazing? Now if we were to have background audio it ought to be a cicada chorus or ... perhaps Simon & Garfunkel singing "It's all happening at the zoo."
A Day of Joy in Wales
Not a proper Joy Day, but a day of joy it certainly was. On a damp morning, ten met for a vast and strengthening breakfast. Bleary eyes were soon opened by the nourishing sight of recent Sri Chinmoy videos. Two washed dishes while I read favourite AA Milne poems from my childhood in the voices my father used to use. The others shrieked and chuckled as they worked. We agreed Milne was a genius and wished he had written more.
Out of the whirl and hum of the city, seven set out along the coast. Now steel mills sit in a slumbering Sunday town. Bright, wind-swept boarding houses and stout promenades speed past as we enthuse about the way things are and how they may be soon. A horned cow firmly stands, blocking the other side of the road. An international airport boasts a new fence around its one hangar, one hut and a handful of tiny aircraft.
We make the last mile on foot across a green cliff. A castle ruin still looks out to sea after seeing eight centuries. A stone arch no longer holds a roof, but frames a seascape through a wall long blown away. This surely is the abode of legends! Surely King Arthur has seen this very view! Down a sheer slope of powdered sand, each step creates a downward elevator, making the body momentarily weightless. Then on to a crescent cove nestled in greenery. Pale sand and gentle sea.
We run, analysing our prints in the sand, then chasing up vertical dunes and flopping to the ground. Now we swim in the clear sea, which rolls and swells happily. The cold shock soon fades and the rain starts to fall. I become a playful fish, a baby in Ocean's loving arms, a drop in the sea of compassion, then joy just consumes me. For a moment I feel immersed in oneness. I am so full, I come out again to feel wrinkles of sand underfoot. I lie flat on the earth surrounded by sky.
Then back along a winding rivulet through soft marshes. Verdant weed clings to the pebbles. Twin velveteen calves stand motionless, dribbling and frowning. On to a canopied fresh stream and miniature mossy grottoes. If fairies and goblins are to live anywhere I am sure they would choose here! The dappled shade creates the sense that small things are moving just too cleverly to be caught by human eyes!
The rain now falls in earnest as we reach our tea-shop destination. Welsh rain I am sure is wetter than any other. With sturdy cups of tea, we compare past marathon mistakes and training insecurities, laughing heartily. Chocolate ice-cream (almost black with intensity) is served in polystyrene with a neon spoon and fuels further verbal rambling.
Scrubbed clean of sand we end a perfect day with meditation at Centre Meeting. Surrounded by fragrant yellow flowers I feel alive with a day immersed in simplicity. I offer all my heart's gratitude for the beauty and joy of life.
Sumangali MorhallAugust 2004
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