Meeting Life

Produktdetails

Verlag

Krishnamurti Foundation America

Erschienen

2018

Sprache

English

Seiten

215

Infos

215 Seiten

ISBN

978-1-912875-05-4

Kurztext / Annotation

In this fascinating collection culled from teachings never before brought together in book form, Krishnamurti offers wise reflections and fresh perceptions on love, politics, society, death, self-censorship, relationships, solitude, meditation, spiritual growth, and much more. Thought provocative meditations and in-depth answers, Krishnamurti answers such timeless questions as: What is meditation? What are love and loneliness? What should our relationship to authority really be? Meeting Life also features a number of Krishnamurti's talks, delivered in Switzerland, India, England, and California. Here is the profound wisdom of a beloved teacher who moved millions with his words. This thought-provoking and inspirational volume will provide strength and encouragement to anyone searching for insight.

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What Does Relationship Mean?

SAANEN, SWITZERLAND, AUGUST 1981

The love of trees is, or should be, a part of our nature, like breathing. They are part of the earth like us, full of beauty with that strange aloofness. They are so still, full of leaves, rich and full of light, casting long shadows and wild with joy when there is a storm. Every leaf, even at the very top, is dancing in the slight breeze, and the shadows are welcoming in the strong sun. As you sit with your back against the trunk, if you are very quiet, you establish a lasting relationship with nature. Most people have lost that relationship; they look at all those mountains, valleys, the streams and the thousand trees as they pass by in their cars or walk up the hills chattering, but they are too absorbed in their own problems to look and be quiet. The smoke is going up in a single column across the valley, and below a lorry goes by, heavy with logs of recently cut trees, their bark still on them. A group of boys and girls passes by chattering and shattering the stillness of the wood.

The death of a tree is beautiful in its ending, unlike man's. A dead tree in a desert, stripped of its bark, polished by the sun and the wind, all its naked branches open to the heavens, is a wondrous sight. A great redwood, many, many hundreds of years old, is cut down in a few minutes to make fences, seats, and build houses or enrich the soil in a garden. That marvellous giant is gone. Man is pushing deeper and deeper into the forests, destroying them for pasture and houses. The wilds are disappearing. There is a valley, whose surrounding hills are perhaps the oldest on earth, where cheetahs, bears and the deer one once saw have entirely disappeared, for man is everywhere. The beauty of the earth is slowly being destroyed and polluted. Cars and tall buildings are appearing in the most unexpected places. When you lose your relationship with nature and the vast heavens, you lose your relationship with man.

He came with his wife and did most of the talking. She was rather shy, intelligent-looking. He was rather overbearing and appeared to be aggressive. He said they had been to some of the talks after reading one or two books and had heard some of the dialogues.

'We have really come to talk over with you personally our major problem, which I hope you won't mind. We have two children, a boy and a girl; they are at school, fortunately for them. We don't want to inflict on them the tensions between us, though they will feel them sooner or later. We two are very fond of each other; I won't use the word "love", as I have understood what you mean by that word. We were married fairly young; we have a nice house with a smallish garden. Money is not our problem. She has money of her own and I work, though my father left me some. We haven't come to you as a marriage counsellor, but we want to discuss with you, if you don't mind, our relationship. My wife is rather reserved, but I am sure she will join in the discussion presently. We had agreed that I should lead off. We are greatly troubled about our relationship. We have talked about it quite often, but nothing has come out of it. After this introduction, the question I would like to put is: what is wrong with our relationship, or what is right relationship?'

What is your relationship with those clouds, full of evening light, or with those silent trees? It is not an irrelevant question. Do you see those children playing in that field, the old car? When you see all those, what is your reaction, if one may ask?

'I am not sure what it is. I like to see children playing. So does my wife. I have no special feelings about those clouds or that tree. I have not thought about them; probably I have never even looked at them.'

His wife said, 'I have. They mean something to me, but I can't put it into words. The children out there could be my children. After

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