Meditate in that endless solitude, in the beauty of that love

Meditate alone. Get lost. And don’t try to remember where you have been. If you try to remember it then it will be something that is dead. And if you hold on to the memory of it then you will never be alone again. So meditate in that endless solitude, in the beauty of that love, in that innocency, in the new; then there is the bliss that is imperishable.

— Krishnamurti

Is not then the mind itself that state?

Please listen to this; do not just listen to the mere words. As I talk, if you have observed your own minds, you will have come to that state of loneliness. It is with you now. This is not hypnosis because I suggest it; but actually if you have followed the workings of your own mind, you will have come to that state of loneliness; to be stripped of everything, every pretence, every pride, every virtue, every action. Can the mind live with that? Can the mind stay with it without any form of condemnation? Can it look at it without interfering – not as the observer looking at it? Is not then the mind itself that state? Do you follow?

– Jiddu Krishnamurti

Only in relationship can you know yourself

Krishnamurti hade ett blixtrande skarpt intellekt. Han menade att för att nå självkännedom så krävs relationer. Detta är spegeln, allt du är framstår i mötet.

Men se också vad det kan mynna ut i. Vi ska inte stanna. Fortsätt till sann självkännedom: ”Negating without resistance this content of consciousness is the beauty and compassion intelligence.

Only in relationship can you know yourself, not in abstraction and certainly not in isolation. — Krishnamurti

Context: Only in relationship can you know yourself, not in abstraction and certainly not in isolation. Even in a monastery, you are related to the society which has made the monastery as an escape, or closed the doors to freedom. The movement of behaviour is the sure guide to yourself; it is the mirror of your consciousness. This mirror will reveal its content, the images, the attachments, the fears, the loneliness, the joy and the sorrow. Poverty lies in the running away from this, either in its sublimations or in its identities. Negating without resistance this content of consciousness is the beauty and compassion intelligence.

From The Beauty of Life: Krishnamurti’s Journal