I took this amazing picture of GD meditating during a short trip into the mountains a few months ago, where we revisited the teachings of J Krishnamurti. I love the way you can see his aura light up around him against the dramatic monsoon sky. And the quote of JK just perfectly captures what’s happening in this moment that is beyond words…
I found this typed on the Notepad app in my iPhone yesterday. I had written it a few months ago during a work trip. It seemed to capture a momentary epiphany well enough that reading it brought back that space. Hope it does the same for you…
One is so involved in the pulling-pushing-fixing of this body-mind that one does not notice this effortless vastness that awaits. It’s like those moments when one is absorbed in solving a knotty puzzle and when one looks up, there is a beautiful sunset light flooding the room.
Who’s doing this? Who is illuminating this universe this second? And now? And now? It surely is not me.
And what is me – sensations, thoughts flowing in kaleidoscopic patterns? With nothing constant in them. Except for this space. This block in which ‘my life’ unfolds.
The mind has fallen silent now – this space does not need fixing. There is silence inside and there is silence outside. And what could be a more appropriate response to perfection?
Image Using Creative Commons License from Martin Gommel