From Krishnamurti’s Notebook
27 June 1961
Formulation and words about all this seem so futile; words, however accurate, however clear the description, do not convey the real thing.
There is a great and unutterable beauty in all this. There is only one movement in life, the outer and the inner; this movement is indivisible, though it is divided.
Being divided, most follow the outer movement of knowledge, ideas, beliefs, authority, security, prosperity and so on.
In reaction to this, one follows the so-called inner life, with its visions, hopes, aspirations, secrecies, conflicts, despairs.
As this movement is a reaction, it is in conflict with the outer. So there is contradiction, with its aches, anxieties, and escapes.
There is only one movement, which is the outer and the inner. With the understanding of the outer, then the inner movement begins, not in opposition or in contradiction.
As conflict is eliminated, the brain, though highly sensitive and alert, becomes quiet. Then only the inner movement has significance.
Out of this movement there is a generosity and compassion that is not the outcome of reason and purposeful self-denial.
The flower is strong in its beauty as it can be forgotten, set aside, or destroyed.
The ambitious do not know beauty. The feeling of essence is beauty.
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28 June 1961
That which is sacred has two attributes. A stone in a temple, an image in a church, a symbol is not sacred.
Man calls them sacred, something holy to be worshipped out of complicated feelings, urges, fears, and longings.
This ‘sacredness’ is still within the field of thought; it is built up by thought and in thought there is nothing new or holy.
Thought can put together the intricacies of systems, dogmas, beliefs, and the images, symbols it projects are no more holy than the blueprints of a house or the design of a new airplane.
All this is within the frontiers of thought and there is nothing sacred or mystical about all this. Thought is matter and it can be made into anything, ugly or beautiful.
But there is a sacredness that is not of thought, not of any feeling resuscitated by thought. Thought cannot formulate it.
But there is a sacredness, untouched by any symbol or word. It is not communicable. It is a fact.
A fact is to be seen and the seeing is not through the word. When a fact is interpreted, it ceases to be a fact; it becomes something entirely different.
The seeing is of the highest importance. This seeing is out of time-space; it’s immediate, instantaneous. And what’s seen is never the same again.
There’s no again or in the meantime.
This sacredness has no worshipper, the observer who meditates upon it. It’s not in the market to be bought or sold.
Like beauty, it cannot be seen through its opposite for it has no opposite.
That presence is here, filling the room, spilling over the hills, beyond the waters, covering the earth.