I just finished reading Krishnamurti’s Notebook, a personal journal kept by the spiritual teacher, Jiddu Krishnamurti. It is filled with many profound insights and teachings and I would highly recommend anyone read it. I found some excerpts that I would like to share:
Color was god and that god was everywhere. And as you watched meditation came upon you, not forced, without thought. It was the meditation of expanding, open emptiness which has no horizon, no time; it was that immeasurable space of mind meeting the vast space of time and distance and in the meeting there was emptiness. It was the death of everything known, every movement of pleasure, joy, and sorrow; thought could not travel in that emptiness of timeless space and it became silent; it could not experience and so recognition ceased. Experience is the recognition, the continuity of the known. Meditation is the uprooting of the known. Words, recognition, the known had come to an end and the immeasurable space of the mind moved with its own swiftness that left no mark. It was energy without frontiers.
You can’t find beauty, nor the tree nor the bird will give it to you, but you will find it everywhere if you look. Beauty as love, is not an act of experience; experience is the interaction of the thinker and thought as so of conflict. Beauty, as love, is there where the thinker is not and thought with its feeling has come to an end. All knowledge must come to an end for beauty, as love, to be. But you know about everything; you have argued and counter argued and come to many conclusions; you have become so clear for you have known dullness. You know everything and if you don’t you can always find it in books. You can go to the moon but you have no space in the mind; you have little open spots, but not space where the infinite past and the infinite future have met and lost their meaning completely. It is only in that space that there is beauty as love. There is no space for thought, there is , to go to the moon but beauty, as to love, is not there. It’s there, in that unspotted space of the mind and it’s difficult to find the mind for there is only exploding space. For creation is beauty, as love and death.
You should never be here too much; be so far away that they can’t find you, they can’t get at you to shape, to mould. Be so far away, like the mountains, like the unpolluted air; be so far away that you have no parents, no relations, no family, no country; be so far away that you don’t know even where you are. Don’t let them find you; don’t come into contact with them too closely. Keep far away where even you can’t find yourself; keep a distance which can never be crossed over; keep a passage open always though which no one can come. Don’t shut the door for there is not door, only an open, endless passage; if you shut any door, they will be very close to you, then you are lost. Keep far away where their breath can’t reach you and their breath travels very far and very deeply; don’t get contaminated by them, by their word, by their gesture, by their great knowledge; they have great knowledge but be far away from them where even you can not find yourself.
–Krishnamurti’s Notebook