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We don’t know for sure when it pushed forth its first deep red buds.  When it unfurled its first handful of leaves and felt the sun beckoning it to reach and grow up high and full into the sky.  No one has yet to decipher an exact date of when a tree, or in fact nearly all of the other glorious and mighty gifts that nature creates around and about us are born.

We can speculate however that some time in the early 1970’s a tiny spindly Japanese Maple sapling was first placed into a pot in a nursery somewhere in Connecticut.  With who knows how many other small trees all around, it first felt life within its roots, stem, and branches.  For most certainly it was just one amongst so many, all neatly lined up in long straight rows that stretched out across a field.

For some years it grew there, slowly getting stronger and developing its own unique shape and look.  One that was just a little different from all the rest. Each year gathering more strength from the earth and the sun and perhaps ever so gradually gathering some small sense of where it would one day eventually grow.  But we cannot truly speculate or divine that a tree sees or knows such things.  But for this Japanese maple a destiny was surely calling it.  The course of time would one day prove this to be true.

Then one day when it was mature enough to go out on its own, a gardener came by and selected it alone amongst all the rest.  All the little maples would most certainly find places to live and grow.  Whether in front yards or in gardens and even beside busy city streets for miles around. This maple though made its way to Queens and there in a small brief ceremony it was planted in this spot on Saturday October the 11th, 1975. Which is now a date for many of us, that brims with so many other thoughts and memories.

Sri Chinmoy himself planted the tree that day.  If you look ever so closely at the picture you can just make out a little paper sign that reads, ‘In Honor of Sri Chinmoy’s 100,000 Jharna Kala paintings. An achievement that had actually taken place earlier on the 3rd of the month.  A celebration took place as well inside the school immediately afterwards to mark this moment in Sri Chinmoy’s painting life.  One that would eventually includes not just thousands but millions of paintings of all sorts.

It should also be noted that the very first public Sri Chinmoy race took place, a 7 miler, a few weeks earlier on September 28th in Stamford.

No plague marks this tree now to tell this story.  Just the same it has grown stronger and more beautiful each year now for the past 38.  It has been a silent witness to countless events, both great and small, some sad no doubt and hopefully many more that were joyous and wonderful.

At least we know that for the past 17 summers it has been a bright sentinel on guard in front of the school as the 3100 mile race passed back and forth on the sidewalk so close by.  Catching the gaze at least briefly of the runners as they pass.  Some might know at least a little of its history and others perhaps not.  But most will tell you that if they do look its way they will feel at least from time to time a small inner thrill as they drink in its beauty. Not caring to know or wonder just why it is so, but catching its inspiration just the same.

We do not know now what Sri Chinmoy said that day as he placed his hands upon its leaves and offered it his own unique sweet blessing.  His life was filled beyond reckoning with so many wondrous things.  Most still reaching out and inspiring the world around it.  This Japanese maple now so much more grand and beautiful continues to inspire those who pass it by.  Whether it be the students and teachers trudging back and forth to school  or the 12 runners who circle around and around it again and again, each and every day.

Sri Chinmoy, Arise! Awake! Thoughts Of A Yogi, Agni Press, 1972

Continue reading “July 15: Tree Of Life”

“It is going to be very interesting.  I hope we survive it.”  Pranjal is talking about the weather forecast for today which is predicted to be repeated over and over again every day for the rest of the week.  He describes a relentless march of metric temperatures all in the 30’s, but to most of us he means over 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

In NY speak what lies ahead, not just for 12 weary runners but also the entire city and a great sizzling slice of the American east coast is simply a long heat wave.

In many ways it would almost appear as though nature is playing a kind of cruel trick on the runners.  They have been battling off and on for the past 4 weeks just such conditions, but now it will become for them one long endless sauna. It is a weather pattern that happens predictably though every summer here.   It is one that any runner who has ever done this race before has had to deal with and find a way to overcome it.

The real adversary in this weather mix  is the humidity.  Which for many who have routinely experienced high temperatures in their own countries have simply never had to deal with before.  It is because of humidity that perspiration does not evaporate and the body’s natural cooling system simply doesn’t have a solution.  Normal folk head into the shade, sit down, and have a cold drink.  But when you still have 1347 more miles to go like Pranjal those are not one of your options.

Sri Chinmoy, The Outer Running And The Inner Running, Agni Press, 1974

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Just a few weeks ago was the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg.  Over 3 days of fighting 50,000 soldiers lost their lives in this great struggle that was the turning point of the American Civil war.  Latter that fall the American President, Abraham Lincoln gave a short but immortal speech at the inauguration of the cemetery that was created there as the final resting place for all those who sacrificed their lives on its hallowed ground.

With both the significance of the battle, as well as those most powerful inspirational 10 lines that Lincoln spoke there, people from across the country have been making pilgrimages there for generations.  It is a place in which history has indelibly etched its mark.  Such locations have  always been beacons to pilgrims, scholars, tourists, and the curious.

Great natural wonders will also always attract those who want to at least briefly separate themselves from the artificial worlds that we so often create around and about us.  But also we are drawn to places in which man as well has achieved greatness by building something that is timeless and beautiful.  Whether it is the pyramids, the great wall, or a cathedral lovingly created to lift up the spirits of those who seek out wonder.

Over the greater part of the year the course of the 3100 mile race does not receive much attention and fewer visitors.  It has no specific name in which to distinguish it from countless other places of interest in NY.  For much of the year it is a busy thoroughfare for students and teachers, and sport teams who want to make use of its fields.  Most if not all who traverse around and about here likely know little of what takes place here over the course of a few months each hot NY summer.

Yet it seems to me that gradually more and more people are finding their way here to this little sidewalk.  They come for many reasons.  None of which include an acknowledgement to a specific moment in history, nor to be inspired by its’ great natural beauty, or to view a significant architectural wonder. Something deeper and intangible compels them to come.

“I think what these runners are doing is absolutely extraordinary.  It is hard to wrap your mind around 3100 miles, physically, mentally, and even spiritually.” This morning a young couple from Columbus Ohio are visiting the course.  Sunshine and her husband Jimmy came to NY the other day to celebrate their 4th wedding anniversary and made visiting the race on of their priorities.

Sunshine is very animated as she talks.  “I want to experience what these people are experiencing.  Get a small taste of what they are doing.”

Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy Answers, Part 13, Agni Press, 1999

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“I can’t stay away.  These people are like divinities brought down on earth for these few weeks.  Each time I come I get stronger and stronger.  I can’t tell you the name for it, but I can tell you that it makes me very very happy.”

Snehashila has come by the race this morning as she does on most days throughout the summer.  In fact on mornings nearly all year long she leaves her house, which is about 7 or 8 blocks away and circles around and about the neighborhood in order to get some exercise.

On Saturday mornings she is usually at the 2 mile race which takes place just across the street. Today is an extra special one for her though, as today is her 88th birthday.

I don’t how a lots of things work, or why things happen the way they do.  For example by this point in the race I just take it for granted that the runners are simply going to show up every day here and then run all day.  Then by some miraculous fashion it all continues on like this for 52 straight days.

Today marks the half way point.   After 26 days of everything happening with such regularity my mind has simply adapted to a kind of logical pattern.  I have become locked into this little daily routine just as a lot of others have as well.  All of this seems somehow just so normal and natural until you step back and take a closer look.

 

The arrival of the birthday girl however forces me to marvel at just how remarkable she really is.  Once I look just a little past Snehashila’s ageless effervescent beaming smile, I feel a little shock of reality fly up into my thoughts.  It is then that I wonder to myself,  ‘how is she still doing this at 88 years of age?”

A few years ago I made a film about running which she had a not insignificant role in it.  I just happened to be there when she was sprinting towards the finish line of the 2 mile race.  She said then, “I am kicking it in at 83.”

 

Click Link to Film:      Sri Chinmoy’s Love Of Running

 

She used to also run the marathon every August in Rockland State Park.  When I ask her about that, “NOTHING, frightens me.  I would have done this (3100) myself if I had joined the Marathon team when I was younger.”

She doesn’t stay long however.  She visits the race this morning  just long enough to greet and cheer the runners.  Then she goes off at a fast pace down the block and then on towards her home.  Moving along at a speed not unlike some of the runners out here on the course.

snehasila and poem

My Earth Activities

Sri Chinmoy, Silver Thought-Waves, Part 2, Agni Press, 1992

Continue reading “July 12: Nothing Frightens Me”

“You have to do 7 laps more and then you are half way.”  Last night before she went home these were some of the last welcome words Surasa heard before leaving the course for the night.  This morning as she set out on her long day of running the numbers beside her name show just  1547.  Not a number that would immediately be taken notice of by the morning counters. That it teetered on the very brink of half way simply went unnoticed. At least at first.

Surasa in her always quiet gentle manner said nothing as she ran those 7 laps and then simply continued on with out saying a word to anyone.  Gradually the numbers on her lap sheet were increasing but the significance of what was happening had not quite been processed by the counters.  When the numbers were finally crunched and it was clear that she had in fact gone past the half way point I run out onto the course and catch up with her.

She says she was looking forward to going beyond 1550 miles.  As for the long hard challenge still ahead of her.  “Somehow it goes faster, you are going home.  It gets less and less.”  As for comparing her results to other years she says simply, ” I am not looking at this.  I am just doing what I can. That’s it.”

As we approach the camp the happy jingle of dozens of tiny bells gathers into a bright celebratory welcome for this spectacular lady. The sound of a conch booms out in the background.  She giggles with delight, steps momentarily to the board and points at those very  satisfying numbers 1550.  Then she leaves still chasing after an even bigger number.  One that is twice the size, but maybe, just maybe, one that will come a little easier.

Listen to the celebration

Surasa finishes 1550 miles

Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 249, Agni Press, 1998

Continue reading “July 11: Inside My Heart Home”

“When I am here I am focusing only on the running and nothing else.  I don’t look around or look at other people.  Sometimes I don’t realize that somebody has just passed me.  Because I am somewhere else.  When I come home I just try and forget it and focus on something else.”

Sometime late this afternoon Pranjal will become the 5th runner to reach the half way point.  An event in which he will waste none of his precious energy with undue thoughts or celebration.  Instead he will simply continue to focus instead on getting as many laps as he can in before midnight.  The solely devoted task of his life now for the past 24 straight days.

When there is no more time remaining in the day, he will then straddle his bicycle and peddle the 4 or 5 blocks to where he stays.  At that point another clock starts ticking away the precious 6 hours that he has all to himself until then he again begins his 18 hour running day once again.

Today I briefly left the tranquil sacred orbit of the Self Transcendence race and went into Manhattan to see a Dentist.  The energy and dynamism of any big city is in stark contrast to the simple little concrete path that circles round Thomas Edison High school.

Standing on 5th avenue I was aware of the waves of humanity surging in countless directions around me.  I was not separate from any of it either.  I too was part and parcel of the chaotic life as well.  But it was a shocking reminder of how these 2 worlds,  just a few miles distance from each other, can be so different.

For no matter whether it is Manhattan or Vienna or Helsinki, in the heart of city everyone is busy trying to get someplace else.  Important things must be done as quickly as possible and then there is a scramble and rush to go home afterwards.

When I got home, absent a tooth that I had enjoyed using for many years, and a bottle of painkillers.  I returned my focus back to the race.  Something that has consumed a large portion of my life as well for the past 24 days.  My destination and my duty is not anywhere as arduous or all consuming as it is for the 12 runners.  Neither does it require suffering of any kind.  Though currently and only temporarily my jaw is not having the best of times.

But just returning to the images and sounds of the race was a sweet reminder of how different  life can be when you turn your gaze to a more inspiring world.  How so much can be gained by identifying with what these 12 runners are doing and how they are tirelessly accomplishing this great task.  Once I returned my focus to the race I felt a sense of peace once again.   Something a dentist  drill and a subway ride had snatched briefly away.

Sri Chinmoy, My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, Part 32, Agni Press, 2005

Continue reading “July 10: Focus Only On My Destination”

There was a moment this morning when Ashpihanal went by me as I was crouched on the ground taking a photograph. I heard him call out, “you know some runners have gone half way.”  As I glanced up I saw a mischievous grin on his face as he ran by.   In a little less than a lap later I caught up with him and he announces, “I reached the half way point yesterday.”

“When I reach the half way point I always have a big celebration.  It was  really nice.  My big celebration is that I take a half cup of water.”(jokingly)

ashprihanal half way

Yesterday when it happened his friend Sopan asked him if he was now on track to finish the race in 45 days.  “Well you know the last 2 times I ran here I got problems at the end of the race.  So whatever the Lord gives I take it.”  With 1550 long hard miles still stretching out in front of him neither he, nor anybody else for that matter, when they cross the half way mark is really prepared to celebrate.  Just too much yet can happen.

Now also as each day passes it is becoming increasingly clear that some runners will simply not be able to cross that finish line at all, in the time remaining to them. For those runners, they all have to come to terms with this stark reality and instead identify with some other goal.  One that will continue to inspire and push them on and through so many hot heavy days yet to come.

For Sarah the new realization of what the race was now going to mean for her in the weeks ahead became clearer just yesterday.  “I suddenly realized how extreme this race is.  compared to the 10 day race it is so mentally different.”

At the point she realized that the goal of completing the full distance had slipped away her first feeling was as though she had lost her motivation.  After this though she realized, “then you have to think of every day as something new. Then the joy returned really yesterday. Because I could appreciate just being here.  Being with all these awesome runners.  That are flying past me, and hoping one day that I might have that determination.”

“You have to set a new goal, and realize that it is a life long process.  It is more than the miles on the board.  It is how you are feeling every day.  If you can be happy.”

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 40, Agni Press, 1982

Continue reading “July 9: If Your Life Is Real”

“I try to enjoy each moment. I really try to appreciate where I am, what I am doing. I’m not in a hurry because I cannot land early. So, time is not so much an issue, so important — it’s more the way to get to the destination, which is very interesting.”  In the very early hours of Sunday morning here in New York a solar powered plane landed at JFK airport. It had left Washington a little over 18 hours earlier.

The Solar Impulse had first begun its historic flight across continental America back on May 3.  It’s 2 Swiss pilots took turns commanding the aircraft on its multiple hops across the country.  The total distance was 5649 km (3,510 miles)  and took 105 hours of flying time to accomplish the new record.

“There are no limits. The only limit is the pilot.” Solar Impulse pilot André Borschberg

It was a stunning technological breakthrough and one that slipped a little bit under the American news radar, probably due to other apparently more pressing news items.  One other story that almost went unnoticed was Nidhruvi as she passed the 1300 mile mark this morning at the race.  When I catch up with her and ask her what it means, she says, “It means I am going to a new territory.”

The last time she had completed 1300 miles took place at her last big race 11 years ago.  She laughs as I suggest that event in 2002 at Flushing Meadow almost  seems like several lifetimes ago.  “Since then I haven’t done so many miles.”  The race here has also opened up for her a new best for this 47 year old Austrian phenom, in that she had never run longer than 19 days.  Today is her 23rd straight day of running.

“This is a different race.  Actually you cannot compare it.  This is a totally different race.”

As we run along there is a cool breeze brushing lightly up and over us as we head down the service road.  It is a small thing but very important to these 12 runners who spent the past few days being cooked here from morning to night.  “God, thanks so much. I am so grateful for this wind and a little coolness.”

“Almost all of us have this skin rash and it is really very unpleasant. So this helps a lot the wind blow through our clothes and help keep them dry. So it feels really good.”

nidhruvi

Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 72, Agni Press, 1984

Continue reading “July 8: Patience is Running”

“It is one of my favorite places to run.” As Suprabha says this, the dawn is greeting us with an incredible gentle glow.  The 12 runners have already just set off and she has obliged me this morning to do a lap of the course with me.  Of course she doesn’t get to New York that often as she lives in the DC area.  So one can naturally assume that she doesn’t get to run here that often.  At least not now.

But it wasn’t that many years ago in which this was not just her favorite place to run but in many ways the very epicenter of her life’s journey.  13 summers she spent circling this block and when I dare to even comprehend just how many laps and miles she ran here my mind shuts down.  Latter using a small calculator, it spat out a gigantic trail of numbers.  As I look at her lightly jogging along now, it all just seemed so unbelievable.  How was it possible that this petite little woman could have run so many miles here. (40,300)

“Well mostly I just feel something here.  Of course if I zoom in I can pick out special moments, but it is just really nice to be here.  It is nice to spend a little time with the runners.  It just brings it all back.  Mainly I just feel grateful to be part of the race.  Not just all those times but that I can still come back and feel part of it.”

She feels the presence of Sri Chinmoy she says just as much now as before.  “Doing the same miracles.  That is one of the most beautiful things about the race is that you can always feel that Sri Chinmoy is here.”

“I don’t think anyone will ever fully understand the 3100 mile race.  Everybody I think feels something, and feels how vast and beautiful it is.  Because it really offers something to everybody.  So many people can be part of it, and be touched by it.

She then relates a story about the great Ted Corbitt when one summer he visited the race while Suprabha was running it.  She said that when Sri Chinmoy learned that Ted was visiting with the runners he immediately came over to meet with him.

According to Suprabha he apparently asked Ted, who was by now quite elderly, why he hadn’t participated in the 6 and 10 day race that had taken place earlier in the Spring. Ted told Sri Chinmoy that at this point in his life he was having difficulty even walking little alone entering multi day races.

Sri Chinmoy told him.  This is not something you are doing for yourself.  This is something you are doing for the world.

“I think it is really true.  Maybe we don’t even know what the race is doing.  That is what I feel, but it has to be reaching very far.  It is very expansive.  I think we are really lucky to have the race.”

suprabha

They are all saints of the road.  Can you not believe it?  I will tell you a secret, even sometimes they do not believe it to be true.

How is it possible to have 12 saints in one place, doing this one same thing, when the rest of the world sometimes seems empty of saints?

I cannot  prove it to be true.   For how do you even begin to prove the existence of God little alone prove God is working powerfully through these 12 selfless souls.  To prove that the divine is actually present here you have to look beyond what your physical eyes see.  You have to touch the luminous truth that is within each of us to begin to see it and then to believe it.

Yes, God is everywhere and in everything, but from time to time he can be experienced in miraculous ways.  Just  to remind us that we too can find God, not on some distant shore, but even right now within our own hearts.

Some might say I know this runner very well, I have met that runner too.  He or she is a rogue.  This person is no saint.  You are all imagination.  You are telling us a tale that is not and cannot be true.

For those who personally know these runners I say, you were not wrong at that time you knew them.  Their faults and problems were shockingly clear and obscured no doubt any hint of the God miracle deep inside them.

But see each of them now I ask.  See what all these days and all these miles have done to them.  Do not be distracted by the pain you see etched in hard lines across their faces.  Do not judge them by bodies racked by fatigue, feet blistered with wear.  They are constantly moving.  There might be moments when their physical looks as though they are barely alive.  No matter,  the God within is being revealed just the same.

The divine in each one is now more powerful and more present than the human.  For the body cannot do what they are doing.  The runner cannot reach where they are going.  Released from the chains of our world which says so strongly to us that we cannot do this and we cannot do that.  They are proving now each day that they can conquer impossibility, and yes we can too.  Should we be brave, and should we dare never ever to give up in seeking out our own goals.

Yes, but will they remain saints after all is said and done?  Now that is a good question, and I do not know.  But I will ask you this.  Do you too want to be a Saint?

Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 36, Agni Press, 1982

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