(Letter to a friend)
You shared what K is for you, and I felt it’s time to ask myself the same, so, here it is :
“What is K to me?
”
How do I ask such question? What is the origin of such question?
Does it arise from a reason? Wanting to establish position? Wanting to know?
Or -
Is there beauty in the question itself, and it is calling for undivided attention?
‘I’ don’t know. Never knew. Will Never know.
Seeing that, realizing that an answer is an end to that beauty of total questioning, which forever unfolds,
The interest of answering fades, and the joy of looking into this question takes over everything.
The mind is back to its place, a mirror by which you can ask, without a reason, without a goal,
You, that joy and the absolute state of not knowing.
Now, from that state, the question is asked, by itself, to itself, a question as a rainbow, flashed in eternal sky, and you are one with it, the question and you, the unknown and you, the joy and you, one.
“What is K to me?
”
A flashed rainbow? A memory? Reflection? Nothing at all?
K, which is memory, knowledge, documentation,
Is obviously not K at all. So, all this is flashed out.
K, which is known, recognized, can be mentioned in stories, seen in videotapes, told about by various people,
Is obviously not K at all. So all this is flashed out.
K, which is a mirror (as he used to say), is that mirror different from anything else, through which yourself is mirrored? Because it’s un distorted?
Can undistorted mirror, change a distorted observation? Obviously not.
It goes on and on…
Sitting in this simple café, writing to my friend, writing to myself, looking into myself, recognizing who gave me the example of how this is done, how it is possible,
To look without knowing, and not to walk away from the question, to give total attention to the questioning, to the observation that unfolds, without acting upon it, without analyzing it, without interpreting it, to be one with it,
No doubt, the example to that -
is
K.
Then, now and whenever observation is, without a reason, without a choice, without myself.
K is not relevant for observation.
I am not relevant for observation.
Observation is the relevance of observation.
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‘K’ - Jiddu Krishnamurti
All a beautiful reflection ❤️
When I started listening to "K", He just took away my every knowing, the base... And changes my life towards another dimension that is " Unknown "... 😊