Memoirs

Letter 3

From the book "Letters to a young friend"

I hope you have had a good night, pleasant sunrise out of your window and you were able to see the evening stars peacefully before you went to sleep. How little we know of love, of its extraordinary tenderness and “power”, how easily we use the word love; the general uses it’ the butcher uses it; the rich man uses it and the young boy and girl use it. But how little they know of it, its vastness, its deathness, its unfathomability. To love is to be aware of eternity.

What a thing is relationship, and how easily we fall into that habit of a particular relationship, things are taken for granted, the situation accepted and no variation tolerated; no movement towards uncertainty, even for a second, entertained. Everything is so well regulated, so made secure, so tied down, that there is no chance for any freshness, for a clear reviving breath of the spring. This and more is called relationship. If we closely observe, relationship is much more subtle, more swift than lightning, more vast than the earth, for relationship is life. Life is conflict. We want to make relationship crude, hard, and manageable. So it loses its fragrance, its beauty. All this arises because one does not love, and that of course is the greatest thing of all, for in it there has to be the complete abandonment of oneself.

It is quality of freshness, of newness, that is essential, or otherwise life becomes a routine, a habit; and love is not a habit, a boring thing. Most people have lost all sense of wonderment. They take everything for granted, this sense of security destroys freedom and the wonderment of uncertainty.

We project a far distant future, away from the present. The attention to understand is always in the present. In attention there is always a sense of imminence. To be clear in one’s intentions is quite an arduous task; intention is as a flame, ceaselessly urging one to understand. Be clear in your intentions and you will see, things will work out. To be clear in the present is all that one needs, but it is not quite so easy as it sounds. One has to clear the field for the new seed and once the seed is planted, its own vitality and strength creates the fruit and the seed. Outward beauty can never last, it is marred always if there is no inward delight and joy. We cultivate the outer, paying so little attention to the thing inside the skin; but it is the inner that always overcomes the outer. It is the worm inside the apple that destroys the freshness of the apple.

It needs great intelligence for a man and woman to be forgotten, to live together, not surrender to each other or be dominated by one or the other. Relationship is the most thing in life.

Letter 2

From the book "Letters to a young friend"

The trees were so stately and strangely impervious to man’s tarred roads and traffic. Their roots were deep down, deep in the earth, and their tops stretched to the skies. We have our roots in the earth, which we have and must have, but we cling or crawl on the earth; only a few soar into the skies. They are the only creative and happy people. The rest spoil and destroy each other on this lovely earth, by hurt and likewise gossip.

Be open. Live in the past if you must, but don’t struggle against the past; when the past comes, look into it, not pushing it away nor holding to it too much. The experience of all theses years, the ache and the joy, the sickening blows and your glimpses of the separation, the far-away sense, all these will add enrichment and beauty. What is important is what you have in your heart; and since that is overflowing, you have everything, you are everything.

Be alert to all your thoughts and feelings, don’t let one feeling or thought sleep by without being aware of it and absorbing all its content. Absorbing is not the word, but seeing the whole content of the thought-feeling. It is like entering a room and seeing the whole content of the room at once, its atmosphere and its spaces. To see and be aware of one’s thoughts makes one intensively sensitive, pliable, and alert. Don’t condemn or judge, but be very alert. Out of separation, out of the dross comes pure gold.

To see “what is”, is really quite arduous. How does one clearly observe? A river when it meets an obstruction by its weight or goes over it never still; the river breaks down an obstruction by its weight or goes over it or works its way under it or around it; the river is never still; it cannot but act. It revolts, if we can so put it, intelligently. One must revolt intelligently and accept “what is” intelligently. To perceive “what is” there must be the spirit of intelligent revolt. Not to mistake a stump needs a certain intelligence; but generally one is so eager to get what one wants, that one dashes against the obstacle; either one breaks oneself against it or one exhausts oneself in the struggle against it. To see the rope as the rope needs no courage, but to mistake the rope for a snake and then to observe needs courage. One must doubt, ever search, see the false as the false. One gets power to see clearly through the intensity of attention; you will see it will come. One has to act; the river is never not-acting, it is ever active. One must be in a state of negation, to act; this very negation brings its own positive action. I think the problem is to see clearly, then that very perception brings its own action. When there is elasticity there is no question of right and wrong.

One must be very clear within oneself. Then I assure you everything will come right; be clear and you will see that things will shape themselves right without your doing anything about it. The right is not what one desires.

There must be complete revolution, not only in great things, but in little everyday things. You have had that revolution, don’t settle back, keep at it. Keep the pot boiling, inwardly.

Letter 1

From the book "Letters to a young friend"

NOTE: Between 1948 and the early 1960s, Krishnaji was easily accessible and many people came to him. On walks, in personal meetings, through letters, the relationships blossomed. He wrote the following letters1 to a young friend who came to him wounded in body and mind. The letters, written between June 1948 and March 1960, reveal a rare compassion and clarity: the teaching and healing unfold; separation and distance disappear; the words flow; not a word is superfluous; the healing and the teaching are simultaneous.

"Letter 1" 

Be supple mentally. Strength does not lie in being firm and strong but in being pliable. The pliable tree stands in a gale. Gather the strength of a swift mind.

Life is strange, so many things happen unexpectedly, mere resistance will not solve any problem. One needs infinite pliability and a single heart.

Life is a razor’s edge and one has to walk on that path with exquisite care and with pliable wisdom.

Life is so rich, has so many treasures, we go it with empty hearts; we do not know how to feel our hearts with the abundance of life. We are poor inwardly and when the riches are offered to us, we refuse. Love is a dangerous thing, it brings the only revolution that gives complete happiness. So few of us are capable of love, so few want love. We love on our terms, making of love a marketable thing. We have the market mentality and love is not marketable, a give-and-take affair. It is a state of being in which all man’s problems are resolved. We go to the well with a thimble and so life becomes a tawdry affair, puny and small.

What a lovely place the earth could be, for there is so much beauty, so much glory, such imperishable loveliness. We are caught in pain and don’t care to get out of it, even when someone points a way out.

I don’t know, but one’s aflame with love. There is an unquenchable flame. One has so much of it that one wants to give it to everyone and one does. It is like a strong flowing river, it nourishes and waters every town and village; it is polluted, the fifth of man goes into it but the water soon purify themselves and swiftly move on. Nothing can spoil love, for all things are dissolved in it – the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. It is the only thing that is its own eternity.

“A Swift Release”

Ingkram Smith, From the book "“Truth is a Pathless Land - A Journey with Krishnamurti”"

An instance of piercing directly to the heart of a problem, when there is no time for the full story to be told, occurred on the afternoon that Krishnamurti was to leave Bombay and India. A farewell tea party had been arranged at Ratansi’s house. Surprisingly, as we were about to leave, Achuyt Patwardhan and Krishnamurti began singing Indian religious songs, harmonizing together and obviously enjoying it. Others joined in while we half-dozen Westerners listened. Soon after, Krishnamurti asked to be excused, saying he had to complete his packing. We were about to leave when a young man I had noticed at the talks burst in unannounced, asking to see Krishnamurti. Pupul Jayakar took over. “I’m sorry, but you are too late. Mr. Krishnamurti is preparing to leave. You can’t see him now.” He stood his ground. “I have to see him!”
Krishnamurti appeared at the door. “You want to see me?” he asked gently.
“Yes, urgently.” He was almost shouting.” I’ve got to talk!”
“Come with me.”
Bypassing Pupul, the man crossed to Krishnamurti, and as they walked down the long hall towards Krishnamurti’s room, we could hear the man relating his problem. Before the reached Krishnamurti’s door, we heard the man suddenly begin to laugh. “Ah, yes, of course!” we heard him cry out. Seconds later he re-entered the drawing room . He was radiant. “I knew it! I knew he could solve it. Thank you.” He glanced around the room, said good bye, and left. The whole incident could have taken no longer than three minutes. It was a revelation of the immediacy of perception when a person is in crisis, when there is no time for explanations.

ASIT CHANDMAL: "Krishnamurti: A memoir"

From the book "From the bookONE THOUSAND SUNS"

Until I was sixteen I was innocent of sex. After that it became a half-understood ecstasy. I went to see Krishnaji in Benares that winter. (…) I was extremely depressed and lonely. I cried a lot. Suddenly the desire to understand sex became very strong. The next day I went to talk to Krishnaji about it. "Thought is the sexual problem," he said. "Listen to desire as you would to a song, or to breeze among the trees." He said, "Don't let sex precipitate you into marriage. If you marry a girl who is not beautiful you won't be happy. You will play around with others." "And if I married someone very beautiful?" "Oh no, that won't you make you happy - she will play around."

(...)

Many years later (in my forties) he said to me, "I am not against sex, it's natural when people are young. But now, Asit, see if you can look at sex differently." "What you mean by that?" I asked. He said, "Don't suppress it. But don't give in to it. And don't run away from it." "Then what to do if I don't suppress it, not turn away from it, not give in to it?" I asked. "Try it", he said, "you will see." I did. I felt the most astonishing energy, a feeling of being totally alive. He said he could see the change in me. He left soon afterward for London. The feeling lasted a week, and I have never been able to recapture it.

 

“ The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear. „
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