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zamolxes
Romania
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 Posted - May 06 2021 : 5:15:27 PM
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I want to recommend you this little journal Krishnamurti wrote documenting his experiences, and it holds the essence of his life.
"The room became full with that benediction. Now what followed is almost impossible to put down in words; words are such dead things, with definite set meaning and what took place
was beyond all words and description. It was the centre of all creation; it was a purifying seriousness that cleansed the brain of every thought and feeling; its seriousness was as lightning which destroys and burns up; the profundity of it was not measurable, it
was there immovable, impenetrable, a solidity that was as light as the heavens. It was in the eyes, in the breath. It was in the eyes and the eyes could see. The eyes that saw, that looked were wholly different from the eyes of the organ and yet they were the same
eyes. There was only seeing, the eyes that saw beyond time-space. There was impenetrable dignity and a peace that was the essence of
all movement, action. No virtue touched it for it was beyond all virtue and sanctions of man. There was love that was utterly
perishable and so it had the delicacy of all new things, vulnerable,
destructible and yet it was beyond all this. It was there imperishable, unnameable, the unknowing. No thought could ever
penetrate it; no action could ever touch it. It was "pure", untouched
and so ever dyingly beautiful.
All this seemed to affect the brain; it was not as it was before.
(Thought is such a trivial thing, necessary but trivial.) Because of
it, relationship seems to have changed. As a terrific storm, a destructive earthquake gives a new course to the rivers, changes
the landscape, digs deep into the earth, so it has levelled the contours of thought, changed the shape of the heart." |
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The Notebook of J. Krishnamurti
