My Art is no art
Without my heart’s purity.


My Art is no art
Without my mind’s simplicity.


My Art is the hide-and-seek
Between my soul’s illumining smiles
And my heart’s streaming tears.


The Artist in me has three
Faithful, sleepless
And self-giving friends:
A newness-eye, a oneness-heart
And a fulness-life.


The heart of my Art
And the heart of a child
Are extremely fond of each other.
They love each other deeply;
They need each other constantly;
They are interdependent, sleeplessly.


My mind says that anything I do
Is too insignificant
Because I am wanting
In qualification.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.

My heart says that anything I do
Is too significant
Because the God-Touch
Is always there.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.


My Art does not want
To subscribe to the view
That unhappiness
Commands the world.


My Art lives
In a familiar dream-boat
With a familiar Boatman
For a dream-flooded Reality-Shore.


When I paint or draw,
I keep my mind’s thought-garden
Completely free of self-doubt-weeds.

– Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy answers, part 03, Agni Press, 1995

When we say, “Art for God’s sake,”
We connect our art
With God the Infinite, God the Eternal
And God the Immortal.
Then we see Infinity, Eternity
And Immortality —
This triune Reality —
Conversing, singing and dancing
Right before our vision-eye.

– Sri Chinmoy, #37364 Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 38, Agni Press, 2004


Earthly art works and rests on imagination-floor.
Heavenly art knocks at God’s Perfection-Door.


Is the beauty
Of the heart.

Is the joy
Of life.

– Sri Chinmoy, My Christmas-New Year-Vacation Aspiration-Prayers, part 51, Agni Press, 2007