The search

Fresh and eager as the wind
That seeketh the hidden places of the valley,
So have I sought
The secret abodes of my soul,
And purged myself of all things,
Past and present.

As, suddenly, the robes of silence
Fall over the noisy world,
So, instantly, have I found Thee,
Deep in the heart of all things and in mine own.

On the mountain path
I sat on a rock,
And Thou wert beside me and in me,
All things being in Thee and in me.
Happy is the man that findeth Thee and me
In all things.
In the light of the setting sun,
Through the delicate lace of a spring tree,
I beheld Thee.

In the twinkling stars I beheld Thee.
In the swift passing bird,
Disappearing into the black mountain,
I beheld Thee.
Thy glory has awakened the glory in me.

– J. Krishnamurti, From Darkness to Light: Poems and Parables


~ by tdcatss on May 28, 2016.

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