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Meditation at that hour was freedom
and it was like entering into an unknown world of beauty and quietness;
it was a world without image, symbol or word, without waves of memory.
Love was the death of every minute,
and each death was the renewing of love.
It was not attachment, it had no roots, it flowered without cause,
and it was a flame that burned away the borders,
the carefully built fences of consciousness.
It was beauty beyond thought and feeling,
it was not put together on canvas, in words or in marble.
Meditation was joy and with it came a benediction.

 

J. Krishnamurti - Meditations

http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/

 

Athugasemdir

[Gummi (IP-tala skráð) 29.7.2007 kl. 07:58]

Blessaður, ég vona að ég hljómi ekki eins og berserviser. En er þetta ekki úr Krishnamurti´s Notebook?

[OM , 29.7.2007 kl. 09:06]

Sæll

Þetta er úr bókinni Meditations. En ég á ekki bókin heldur fann ég þessa tilvitnun á netinu þegar ég var að skoða síðu sem tengdist zen-iðkun og fannst þetta ansi flott hjá karli. Hafðu það gott.

Kveðja, Leifur