Monday, 27 February 2017

Krishnamurti Aradana


The sky was that astonishing blue that only the mountains have.

You looked at it through leaves and straight pines.

A magpie white and black flew by, disappearing into the woods.

The sun was hot, the shadows pleasant.

- J  Krishnamurti 
You stood still hardly daring to breathe

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