Tag Archives: Krishnamurti

An oceanic event

Sitting in the stillness this morning, a single tear plummeted down my cheek.

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A beaver wielding a sword

Mind is an exceedingly industrious storyteller. Memory creates an ‘I was’ narrative; imagination constructs an ‘I will be’ narrative. Simultaneously, like a mad samurai, it slices the present into good, bad, doesn’t matter.

Death and dying

Death is the falling away of everything we don’t need—our traditions, beliefs, habits, hopes, memories, worries, fears, resentments, five-year plans, medications, opinions, cultural associations, club memberships, loyalties, animosities, calculations, the voice in the head that interprets, judges, discriminates, rejects, invites and analyzes.

This falling away is already happening—as I write this, as you read it.