Skill in action is also skill in thought which is really yoga, not merely physical exercise; yoga also means skill in action…
practice yoga? – again, so many things are involved in this. Yoga means skill in action, not merely the practice of certain exercises which are necessary to keep the body healthy, strong, sensitive – which includes eating the right food, not stuffing it with a lot of meat and so on…
Krishnamurti from “The Flight of the Eagle”
You may have experienced, once upon a time, this void, and having once experienced it, you now crave for it. The original experience came about without your pursuing it; but now you are pursuing it, and the thing that you are seeking is not the void, but the renewal of an old memory. If it is to happen again, all remembrance of it, all knowledge of it, must disappear. All search for it must cease, for search is based on the desire to experience.
J. Krishnamurti, Commentaries on Living 3
The beauty of freedom is that you do not leave a mark. The eagle in its flight does not leave a mark…
…to seek for wider, deeper, transcendental experience, is a form of escape from the actual reality of `what is,’ which is ourselves, our own conditioned mind. A mind that is extraordinarily awake, intelligent, free, why should it need, why should it have, any `experience’ at all? Light is light, it does not ask for more light. The desire for more `experience’ is escape from the actual, the `what is’.
Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movement in terms of the past, as memory, is afraid of life.
Questioner: Sir what do you want us people here on this world to do?
Krishnamurti: Very simple sir: I don’t want anything. That’s first. Second: live, live in this world. This world is so marvellously beautiful. It is our world, our earth to live upon, but we do not live, we are frightened, we are narrow, we are separate, we are anxious, we are frightened human beings, and therefore we do not live, we have no relationship, we are isolated despairing human beings, and therefore we do not know what it means to live in that ecstatic, blissful sense.
If one does completely put aside every form of belief, then there is no fear whatsoever 1)↓.
Sir,it’s one of the most difficult things to be sane in this abnormal, insane world. Sanity implies having no illusion, no image at all about oneself or about another.
There is no time if there is no thought. Thinking about that which happened yesterday, being afraid that it may happen again tomorrow – this is what brings about time as well as fear.
The idea of tomorrow, the future is – is it not? – the cause of not seeing things very clearly as they are now – `I hope to see them more clearly tomorrow’.
Meditation is the way of life, every day – only then, that which is imperishable, which has no time, can come into being.
If you have not actually laid the foundation, you can play with meditation but that has no meaning – it is like those people who go out to the East, go to some master who will tell them how to sit, how to breathe, what to do, this or that, and who come back and write a book, which is all sheer nonsense 2)↓. One has to be a teacher to oneself and a disciple of oneself, there is no authority, there is only understanding.
| 1. | ↑ | Epicurus – przyp. Amin |
| 2. | ↑ | about Ram Dass? – przyp. Amin |
“Often they would bring a dead body to the edge of the river. Sweeping the ground close to the water, they would first put down heavy logs as a foundation for the pyre, and then build it up with lighter wood; and on the top they would place the body, covered with a new white cloth. The nearest relative would then put a burning torch to the pyre, and huge flames would leap up in the darkness, lighting the water and the silent faces of the mourners and friends who sat around the fire. The tree would gather some of the light, and give its peace to the dancing flames. It took several hours for the body to be consumed but they would all sit around till there was nothing left except bright embers and little tongues of flame. In the midst of this enormous silence, a baby would suddenly begin to cry, and a new day would have begun.”
J. Krishnamurti; Commentaries on Living 3
“Arriviamo sotto i fuochi: sono questi i roghi dei morti: tre: due alti, come in cima a una scalinata, e uno più in basso, a pochi metri dal pelo dell’acqua.
Scendiamo dalla barca traballante, e tra le chiglie di altre barche, ci inerpichiamo tra la polvere e i calcinacci, lungo un muraglione che pare sopravvissuto a un terremoto: raggiungiamo così lo spiazzo, sopra il muraglione lungo una sordida scalinata, dove due roghi stanno bruciando.
Intorno ai roghi vediamo accucciati molti indiani, coi loro soliti stracci. Nessuno piange, nessuno è triste, nessuno si dà da fare per attizzare il fuoco: tutti pare aspettino soltanto che il rogo finisca, senza impazienza, senza il minimo sentimento di dolore, o pena, o curiosità. Camminiamo tra loro, che, sempre così tranquilli, gentili e indifferenti, ci lasciano passare, fino accanto al rogo. Non si distingue nulla, solo del legname ben ordinato e legato, in mezzo a cui è stretto il morto: ma tutto è ardente, e le membra non si distinguono dai piccoli tronchi. Non c’è nessun odore, se non quello, delicato, del fuoco.
Siccome l’aria è fredda, Moravia e io ci avviciniamo istintivamente ai roghi, e, avvicinandoci, ci rendiamo presto conto di provare la piacevole sensazione di chi sta intorno a un fuoco, d’inverno, con le membra intirizzite, e goda di star lì, insieme a un gruppo di casuali amici, sui cui volti, sui cui stracci, la fiamma colora placidamente il suo laborioso agonizzare.
Così, confortati dal tepore, sogguardiamo più da vicino quei poveri morti che bruciano senza dar fastidio a nessuno. Mai, in nessun posto, in nessun’ora, in nessun atto, di tutto il nostro soggiorno indiano, abbiamo provato un così profondo senso di comunione, di tranquillità e, quasi, di gioia.”
Pier Paolo Pasolini “L’Odore dell”India”
Krishnamurti “Commentaries On Living part 3”
