A Sea of Confusion

When I came to America for the first time, on the 13th of April 1964, at Idlewild Airport, I was literally thrown into a sea of confusion. I had come from the tiniest town of Pondicherry to the capital of the world, New York. Was it not farther than the farthest from my imagination-flight that twenty-seven years later the capital of New York State, Albany, would become a Sri Chinmoy Peace Capital?

It was late afternoon. My boat was plying between the incapacity and helplessness-shores. All of a sudden, an Indian gentleman came up to me. He said to me, "I see you are completely lost, and I am here to help you." He carried my suitcase and brought me out to where my sponsors were anxiously and eagerly waiting for me.

Alas, although I have been in the United States for the past twenty-seven years, I am still swimming in the sea of confusion. I see no shores. I do hope that one day the unknowable shore will become unknown and then, finally, it will become not only knowable but also known by me. How eagerly I am waiting for that red-letter day!