Meditation 4 J.Krishnamurti

Meditation is really very simple. We complicate it. We weave a web of ideas round it what it is and what it is not. But it is none of these things. Because it is so very simple it escapes us, because our minds are so complicated, so time-worn and time-based. And this mind dictates the activity of the heart, and then the trouble begins. But meditation comes naturally, with extraordinary ease, when you walk on the sand or look out of your window or see those marvellous hills burnt by last summer's sun. Why are we such tortured human beings, with tears in our eyes and false laughter on our lips? If you could walk alone among those hills or in the woods or along the long, white, bleached sands, in that solitude you would know what meditation is. The ecstasy of solitude comes when you are not frightened to be alone no longer belonging to the world or attached to anything. Then, like that dawn that came up this morning, it comes silently, and makes a golden path in the very stillness, which was at the beginning, which is now, and which will be always there.

MEDITATION 3 J.KRISHNAMURTI

Meditation is one of the most extraordinary things,
and if you do not know what it is you are like the blind man in a world of bright colour,
shadows and moving light. It is not an intellectual affair, but when the heart enters into the mind,
the mind has quite a different quality: it is really, then, limitless, not only in its capacity to think, to act
efficiently, but also in its sense of living in a vast space where you are part of everything.
Meditation is the movement of love. It isn't the love of the one or of the many.
It is like water that anyone can drink out of any jar, whether golden or earthenware:
it is inexhaustible. And a peculiar thing takes place which no drug or self-hypnosis can bring about:
it is as though the mind enters into itself, beginning at the surface and penetrating ever more deeply,
until depth and height have lost their meaning and every form of measurement ceases.
In this state there is complete peace not contentment which has come about through gratification
but a peace that has order, beauty and intensity. It can all be destroyed, as you can destroy a flower,
and yet because of its very vulnerability it is indestructible. This meditation cannot be learned from another.
You must begin without knowing anything about it, and move from innocence to innocence.
     The soil in which the meditative mind can begin is the soil of everyday life,
the strife, the pain, and the fleeting joy. It must begin there, and bring order,
and from there move endlessly. But if you are concerned only with making order,
then that very order will bring about its own limitation, and the mind will be its prisoner.
 In all this movement you must somehow begin from the other end, from the other shore,
and not always be concerned with this shore or how to cross the river.
You must take a plunge into the water, not knowing how to swim.
And the beauty of meditation is that you never know where you are,
where you are going, what the end is. 

Meditation 2 J.KRISHNAMURTI

When you turn your head from horizon to horizon your eyes see
 a vast space in which all the things of the earth and of the sky appear.
But this space is always limited where the earth meets the sky.
The space in the mind is so small.
In this little space all our activities seem to take place:
 the daily living and the hidden struggles with contradictory desires and motives.
 In this little space the mind seeks freedom, and so it is always a prisoner of itself.
 Meditation is the ending of this little space.
To us, action is bringing about order in this little space of the mind.
 But there is another action which is not putting order in this little space.
Meditation is action which comes when the mind has lost its little space.
This vast space which the mind, the I, cannot reach, is silence.
The mind can never be silent within itself; it is silent only within the vast space
 which thought cannot touch.
Out of this silence there is action which is not of thought.
 Meditation is this silence.

MEDITATION 1 J.KRIHNAMURTI

Is there a new experience in meditation?
The desire for experience, the higher experience which is beyond and above the daily
or the commonplace, is what keeps the well-spring empty.
The craving for more experience, for visions, for higher perception,
 for some realization or other, makes the mind look outward, which is no different from
its dependence on environment and people.
The curious part of meditation is that an event is not made into an experience.
It is there, like a new star in the heavens, without memory taking it over and holding it,
 without the habitual process of recognition and response in terms of like and dislike.
Our search is always outgoing; the mind seeking any experience is outgoing.
 Inward-going is not a search at all; it is perceiving. Response is always repetitive,
for it comes always from the same bank of memory.