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Zitate aus Krishnamurti's Tagebuch

It is a beautiful day, a day of shadows and light. The mountains are very close.

Meditation without a set formula, without a cause and reason, without end or a purpose is an incredible phenomenon.

To "see" that mountain peak, though one had seen it a thousand times, with eyes that have no knowledge, is to see the birth of the new.

Crossing the little wooden bridge and looking up the stream, there is the mountain, surprisingly delicate, aloof, with inviting strength, its snow is glistering in the evening sun.

Meditation is destruction; it's a danger to those who wish to lead a superficial life of fancy and myths.

As the path that goes up the mountain can never contain all the mountain, so this immensity is not the word.

This silence is emptiness in which and from which all things flow and have their being.

Suddenly the whole land with its shadows and peace becomes intensive, so alive and absorbing. It is pushing its way through the brain as a flame burning away the insensitivity of thought.