Showing posts with label J.Krishnamurti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label J.Krishnamurti. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Don't you know what it really means to love somebody---to love without hate, without jealousy, without anger, without wanting to interfere with what he or she is doing or thinking, without condemning, without comparing---don't you know what it means?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The Observer is the Observed

Thursday, June 30, 2011

...the state of mind that sees and does not demand

To be aware is an extraordinary state of mind---to be aware of your surroundings, of the trees, the bird that is singing, the sunset behind you, to be aware of the faces, of the smiles; to be aware of the dirt on the road; to be aware of the beauty of the land, of a palm tree against the red sunset, the ripple of the water---just to be aware, choicelessly. Please do this as you are going along. Listen to these birds, do not name them, do not recognize their species, but just listen to the sound. Listen to the movement of your own thoughts; do not control them, do not shape them, do not say, 'This is right, that is wrong.' Just move with them.  That is awareness in which there is no choice, no condemnation, no judgment, no comparison, or interpretation, only mere observation. 

Friday, August 6, 2010

Seeing without the Observer

How few see the mountains or a cloud. They look, make some remarks, move on. Words, gestures, emotions, prevent seeing. A tree, a flower is given a name, put into a category and that's that. You see a landscape through and archway or from a window, and if you happen to be an artist or are familiar with art, you say almost immediately, it is like those medieval paintings or mention some name of some recent painter. Or if you are a writer, you look in order to describe; if you are a musician, probably you have never seen the curve of a hill, or the flowers at your feet; you are caught up in your daily practice, or ambition has you by the throat. If you are a professional of some kind, probably you never see. But to see there must be humility whose essence is innocency. There's that mountain with the evening sun on it; to see it for the first time, to see it, as though it had never been seen before, to see it with innocency, to see it with eyes that have been bathed in emptiness, that have not been hurt with knowledge---to see then is an extraordinary experience.

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