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Forum: Insights Tue, 22 Sep 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

She is quite good looking lady tall and slim, little out spoken and loud, well dressed, and has multy coloured ropes in her hair. She did not have any children of her own. This kid liked to visit her home, as she kept chikens.there are little chicks fluffy and soft. Kid was allowed to hold the little chick. He wanted to bring one home. He would ask his mother if he could bring one chick home, not knowing that Brahmins do not allow chickens in the house, mother would always say, we will see. Hoping kid will soon forget. He is a teacher in near by town school, a gentle and kind soul he is a friend of the family. During summer holiday he would come to visit, with his family. He loved nature and made others aware of nture.always went for long walk-in nature Very patient would chew his food thirty two times in the mouth before swallowing. In the evening, after diner he will sing in soft voice for the village people some holly songs. how a gentle soul leave a mark on others.

Forum: Insights Tue, 22 Sep 2009
Topic: What about Poverty?

When the inward poverty ends, outward poverty will end .

Forum: Insights Thu, 24 Sep 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

The brook that runs through the village is dry most of the year. Is in full spate, water is the colour of soil, is running very fast. One could see wood logs and other thing floating by, it washes away the steps going up to peoples homes .it must have rained heavily up in the hills, next day it is all quite. There is new sand on the bed, the floods washed away all the dirt man and beast put there.

<pre><code>This day was no different from any other day in summer, all is very quite, just about noon, all of a sudden it started to sound like rain, but there is no cloud in the sky. Soon it started to get darker and the sound became very sharp. But no rain. every one in the village got out and started to bang on the tin box or any thing they could get their hands on to make noise. It is locust, has just arrived in the village, farmers crop was in danger of being wiped out .they eat every thing in their path, they are in billions, flying machine, and eating machine.luckly they kept flying on as the day was still hot ,and the locust do not settle until it is cold in the evening. A great danger has just passed on to next place. How fragile is the simple life of village. </code></pre>
Forum: Insights Fri, 25 Sep 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

The whole family was up quite early, it was still dark out side. They got some bread to eat. Every one was in a hurry, soon a man with a horse appeared at the door. Elders were packing in the bags the few house hold thing for daily need, Kid was not told in advance of any thing, the family wanted to move before others were up in the village. It was decided to move to small-town for the education of the kid .Nearest school was five kilometres away from the village; too much to travel every day on foot, as soon kid finds out what was happening , he started to cry, he was leaving his friends behind, his house,. All the trees, birds, and the fields he grew up with. Soon they were off to new place. A small house was rented in town. That night kid could not sleep. he was watching the electric light going on and off in the near by homes he could not figure out how this light appears and disappears high up on the wall. He was listening to sounds coming from a home, a radio playing songs. Soon he is lost in the streets and bazaars of the town, Kid notice, other kids playing with marbles. He is not seen those shining round glass things with different colours, he could not figure out how come there is the different colours inside .kites were another surprise, he loved it so much it became passion to see colour full paper kites flying against blue sky. He learned to fly kite, not so good like other kids. Soon it is time to join the new school. Much bigger than the village school many more kids in class, this kid had problem with different languge, he did not understand .he got regular beating for it. He could not do the sums either. For the first time he get to know about the money, when other kids go to the hawker out side the school to buy the sweets. A simple life got complicated. Innocence lost there is lot more to compare with.

Forum: Insights Tue, 24 Nov 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

It was a beautiful August morning in the English countryside, every thing so green and full of life. There in a field, a big white tent was erected beside the tall trees and big house. Many hundred people were gathered in side and out side. People from many part of the world. Many came with the family and children. They all came to listen to the wise one. Just before the talk, every one goes in side the tent and sits in silence, for the silence will be broken by a clear voice. This young man who travelled long way to be there .did not go in, but stood out side the tent, for some reason. A figure appeared in the distance .as he approached the tent, young man was hit with such a force that he started to shake. Un able to withstand such force, young man went in side to sit down and listen to the silence broken. After the talk is over, every one gets some food and sits where one gets the seat. Young man too got some food and went out side the tent, started to talk with .the group, sitting on the green grass. Wise one walks by, this young man stood up, called the man by name, asked him to share the food, it was politely declined and young man asked him how he was? And the answer came as, very well thank you. After soul-searching deep look and handshake, the wise one went inside the tent to get some food on the paper plate, young man wanted to hug the wise man somehow did not. Hug came latter, our first meeting.

Forum: Insights Tue, 24 Nov 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

In the town the other kids are too smart they have groups, they play they fight each other. This kid from the village, would play with other girls and would get on well with them, as the girls are not aggressive towards him, he learned the games the girls would play. He is only seven or so. Life of the village left a mark of simplicity and observing nature and things of nature that remained with him .he did not go back to his village for twenty years, until he returns from abroad as an educated young man .he finds things have changed so little in the village. The house is gone. He cries to the heaven, there is replay as few drops of rain,

Forum: Insights Fri, 27 Nov 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

First rain in Dania in Spain Such a relief such a blessing From the stifling heat Plants bent down in prayer Washed so clean Palms danced with delight Their attires so bright O such a joy such a gaiety A drama unfolded As the day go by Gods must be celebrating It started at noon Dark clouds in the north Sun in the west with soft light A rainbow in the east Such a rare sight Man watched in awe In the evening, moon Came out so shy On the hill star shone bright All of a sudden Dania With its castle and lights Disappeared in dense fog As if it did not exist What a scene Mantgo must have seen it all It was silent ever more Dogs barked air so cool Thunder and lightning started It went on long in the night Man sitting on the veranda Was silent He could not behold

Forum: K, psychology and the physical brain Fri, 27 Nov 2009
Topic: Love

When in the garden of heart, flowers of kindness,humility,care,understanding,peace beauty,compassion,are growing, if one is lucky to be passing by may get fragrance of love. A life without love is not living at all.

Forum: Insights Fri, 27 Nov 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

Walking on the pebbly beach This warm winter noon Sun shining on the crashing waves Against the worn out stones A plaque on the wall Saying a profound truth Song of the sea is universal It comes from no where It goes no where Man walks by Head bent down Years of burden Heart torn with pain Did not notice the beautiful Old pine trees Bent down by the cruel wind In to the soft sand Like a child is lost in play Dogs playing chasing With happy bark One big dog decided To leave its own mark Lift one leg against A strangers beautiful legs Did what dogs do most When they pass by lamppost.

Forum: Insights Fri, 27 Nov 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

This young man educated in the ways of the world got on with living day to day in this distance green island very different from the world he lived as a kid .some how all the things a man needs are there for him. After the sudden death of his father due to heart attack, his world of material things are shaken, he started to ask question about life. A ghost of emptiness was there. A sudden question s were taking roots in the mind, he never read any spiritual books or had any spiritual teachings he has nothing to fall back on , one day he was given a torn out book called Krishnamurthy penguin reader. He started to read it but could not understand any of it. some how he kept going back to it .he did not know any thing about the auther.he decided to talk with the author of the book ,a man with the name of Krishnamurthy was contacted by phone. . this man informed him about the Brock wood and gave him the phone number. He called the number and asked to speak with j k; he is told to come for public meeting, so this young man decided to come for the talk.

Forum: Insights Wed, 02 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

It is custom in India when a member of the family dies, the remains are cremated, and after certain time the ashes are brought to the holy river Ganges,, In northern India a place called Haridwar, there are many priests whose job is to help the people do the ceremony to put ashes in the river, they record the names of the person and the names of the family members. The record may go back ten, fifteen, or more generations. The priests do the certain rituals and the ashes are put in the river. You are asked to take a dip in the holy river to wash all your sins. This young man did all, .the rituals with the ashes of his father. He was able to find about the family tree, going back many generations and register the names of new members. All rivers in the world are holy, Going to this place did serve, to record keeping of family tree in the days when most could not read or write; only Brahmin priest could read or write, also when marriage was arranged, it was important factor, that marriage could not be arranged in the same sub caste, only Brahmin could marry Brahmin .but never in the same sub caste, sub caste was created from the family tree. This helped stop intermarreige, and crossbreeding taking place, some how they knew about genetics. Strangely the names of females are not mentioned in the family tree as if they did not exist, how unfair the system is.. Finishing with all this, one visited the village after many years. they say when one visits the old place where one grows up ,one looks for the days gone by,

Forum: Insights Wed, 02 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

Man standing by the wall Looks at the flower So full of beauty and joy Dancing in the wind Laughs at the man For he too was born like one Butterfly carried by the wind So graceful and free Laughs at the man For he too can be so free Tree standing tall Never asking or complain Giving unconditionally Laughs at the man He too can have Unconditional love in the heart Mountain standing silent Heart full of peace Laughs at the man He is forever searching Peace he has lost Birds fly by Songs in their flight Laugh at the man He too can sing and dance Earth watching this drama Feels the pain of her child Cries out loud Oh man oh child Still you can.

Forum: Insights Mon, 07 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

After the talks are over very one goes home,takeing with ,what ever the vessel one brings to the well ,this young man too came with the sieve to the talks ,he let the talk sieve through him as he did not under stand much , at home he is quite restless, one day he decided to go to Brock wood ,took a plane to London and a train ride ,he arrived in beautiful county side in England ,taxi drive was breath taking ,through old beach tree lined long avenue.

<pre><code>As soon the taxi arrived in the yard, all, was very quite, a door to the building opened, a thin figure came out in blue shirt, he bend down to the ground, as if to pick some thing, young man in the taxi jumped out , man in blue shirt ,looked up as if he was waiting for some one, both walked to wards each other, a handshake and few words, k went in side the house ,Youngman went over to pay the fare, our second meeting, One time this young man asked k, that he does not know what one should, do in life, k as ever, did not reply, later in talk with students, he asked everyone if they could lead a good life, good life, meaning. A whole life, a holy life, Young man did not understand, what did k mean by good life. A limited mind can not understand some thing that conveys unlimited, it is the problem with the teaching; they convey something enormous to a limited mind with a very limited language. </code></pre>

He decided to go to the public talks every year to soak what is being conveyed. It is only when mind is not searching, seaking, becoming, and see its own limitations, lives with what is, as it unfolds, meaning of life.

Forum: Insights Mon, 07 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

After the talks are over very one goes home,takeing with ,what ever the vessel one brings to the well ,this young man too came with the sieve to the talks ,he let the talk sieve through him as he did not under stand much , at home he is quite restless, one day he decided to go to Brock wood ,took a plane to London and a train ride ,he arrived in beautiful county side in England ,taxi drive was breath taking ,through old beach tree lined long avenue.

<pre><code>As soon the taxi arrived in the yard, all, was very quite, a door to the building opened, a thin figure came out in blue shirt, he bend down to the ground, as if to pick some thing, young man in the taxi jumped out , man in blue shirt ,looked up as if he was waiting for some one, both walked to wards each other, a handshake and few words, k went in side the house ,Youngman went over to pay the fare, our second meeting, One time this young man asked k, that he does not know what one should, do in life, k as ever, did not reply, later in talk with students, he asked everyone if they could lead a good life, good life, meaning. A whole life, a holy life, Young man did not understand, what did k mean by good life. A limited mind can not understand some thing that conveys unlimited, it is the problem with the teaching; they convey something enormous to a limited mind with a very limited language. </code></pre>

He decided to go to the public talks every year to soak what is being conveyed. It is only when mind is not searching, seaking, becoming, and see its own limitations, lives with what is, as it unfolds, meaning of life.

Forum: Insights Mon, 07 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

After the talks are over very one goes home,takeing with ,what ever the vessel one brings to the well ,this young man too came with the sieve to the talks ,he let the talk sieve through him as he did not under stand much , at home he is quite restless, one day he decided to go to Brock wood ,took a plane to London and a train ride ,he arrived in beautiful county side in England ,taxi drive was breath taking ,through old beach tree lined long avenue.

<pre><code>As soon the taxi arrived in the yard, all, was very quite, a door to the building opened, a thin figure came out in blue shirt, he bend down to the ground, as if to pick some thing, young man in the taxi jumped out , man in blue shirt ,looked up as if he was waiting for some one, both walked to wards each other, a handshake and few words, k went in side the house ,Youngman went over to pay the fare, our second meeting, One time this young man asked k, that he does not know what one should, do in life, k as ever, did not reply, later in talk with students, he asked everyone if they could lead a good life, good life, meaning. A whole life, a holy life, Young man did not understand, what did k mean by good life. A limited mind can not understand some thing that conveys unlimited, it is the problem with the teaching; they convey something enormous to a limited mind with a very limited language. </code></pre>

He decided to go to the public talks every year to soak what is being conveyed. It is only when mind is not searching, seaking, becoming, and see its own limitations, lives with what is, as it unfolds, meaning of life.

Forum: Insights Mon, 07 Dec 2009
Topic: Seriousness

Seriousness is the state of being, when life force acts as creative.

Forum: Insights Tue, 15 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

As one steps out side the house in warm winter sun, you are greeted by many different coloured flowers bright red poncitia, hibiscus, purple morning glory,bugenvillia of many colours and many yellow white flowers, air is filled with sweet scent, a pink flower so delicate fell to the ground in front of you, one bent down to pick it up, but was afraid to touch it in case you disturb its peace, it lay there with all its beauty and colour, soon the almonds and orange will be in full bloom and air will be heavy with the scent for miles. Walking up the hill as one climbed higher and higher, down there in the deep valley, with forest of green pine trees and many different cacti some with flowers, You are surprised to find swallows flying on top of the pine trees feeding ,one was so delighted to see the birds, they seem happy .these birds fly to south Africa in October, some how this group stayed behind ,it is possible they are late chicks ,they did not have enough energy to take a long journey. Higher up the mountain the air is bit cold, one may climb high, you cannot live there for ever, one must come down to do the living. It was a tree of all time. so grand so fine, full of branches, and leaves, big trunk, roots very deep, it played with the wind ,light and rain ;they were its friends, it never complained, full of life and fun, it would sing and dance with breeze. one cruel day, one of its friend went wild with rage, it blew and blew, the tree was uprooted, it was no bodies fault, it lay on its side ,head bent down, leaves no longer shining ,and bright, so silent ,such a sad sight, man passing by ,felt tree?s pain, knowing well, what uprooting means.

Forum: Insights Tue, 15 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

LOVE birds Looking out of the window, one saw a magic sight, two love birds sitting on the wire, Kissing and preening, in delight, one looked, and felt so glad, love birds are in love so mad, grooming and cooing without a care. One of them flew in to the open sky, going as far she could go, it is called the flight of the doves, and she glided back to the wire with sweet cry of love.comming closer he is teasing, she is waiting, watching, and pleasing. One named the birds, jack and Jill, they must have a nest near the hill, and in the nest they rear their chicks, imparting them with love and affection, not man?s dirty old tricks Jack said to Jill, we are so happy, and free, have no fear, why the mind of man down there is not so clear, they are so confused, have no joy in life Jill told jack, it may be some thing to do with their free will, and with this original sin they lost living skill.

Forum: Insights Tue, 15 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

LOVE birds Looking out of the window, one saw a magic sight, two love birds sitting on the wire, Kissing and preening, in delight, one looked, and felt so glad, love birds are in love so mad, grooming and cooing without a care. One of them flew in to the open sky, going as far she could go, it is called the flight of the doves, and she glided back to the wire with sweet cry of love.comming closer he is teasing, she is waiting, watching, and pleasing. One named the birds, jack and Jill, they must have a nest near the hill, and in the nest they rear their chicks, imparting them with love and affection, not man?s dirty old tricks Jack said to Jill, we are so happy, and free, have no fear, why the mind of man down there is not so clear, they are so confused, have no joy in life Jill told jack, it may be some thing to do with their free will, and with this original sin they lost living skill.

Forum: Insights Mon, 28 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

This year when the talks were over, it was decided to have a seminar for invited people, some people were informed to come for the seminar, among the invited people were mr Bhom also mr Wilkinson, a noble prize winner, the theme of the seminar was, what can a man do in this violent world .it lasted for six days or so. Every one was eager to share ,on the first day, k came in ,and told every one that he was very nervous, one did not understand why he is nervous, then one man in the back stood up and asked k, why was he there ,,to that ,k replied , he knows why he is there ,and asked the man in stern voice did he know why he is there, there are about thirty people in the room, any way it all started very slowly , and got bogged down at one point why can man not think together ,a simple point we could not unstand ,

<pre><code>As this young man did not undersang much any way ,asked why it is so difficult to understand some thing so simple, to that k replied , I do not know ,ask them,, so one decides to come to the seminar, with humility of not knowing, or understanding .let every thing soak through ,trying to understand does not work , Near to the end some thing extraordinary happened one does not know if others in the room noticed, k told mrs z, about it, and it was mentioned in his biography part three .when the seminar was over, he flew to India. An experience how ever mundane or profound is in the past so has very little value in life, or living. </code></pre>
Forum: Insights Mon, 28 Dec 2009
Topic: Commentaries on living

This year when the talks were over, it was decided to have a seminar for invited people, some people were informed to come for the seminar, among the invited people were mr Bhom also mr Wilkinson, a noble prize winner, the theme of the seminar was, what can a man do in this violent world .it lasted for six days or so. Every one was eager to share ,on the first day, k came in ,and told every one that he was very nervous, one did not understand why he is nervous, then one man in the back stood up and asked k, why was he there ,,to that ,k replied , he knows why he is there ,and asked the man in stern voice did he know why he is there, there are about thirty people in the room, any way it all started very slowly , and got bogged down at one point why can man not think together ,a simple point we could not unstand ,

<pre><code>As this young man did not undersang much any way ,asked why it is so difficult to understand some thing so simple, to that k replied , I do not know ,ask them,, so one decides to come to the seminar, with humility of not knowing, or understanding .let every thing soak through ,trying to understand does not work , Near to the end some thing extraordinary happened one does not know if others in the room noticed, k told mrs z, about it, and it was mentioned in his biography part three .when the seminar was over, he flew to India. An experience how ever mundane or profound is in the past so has very little value in life, or living. </code></pre>
Forum: Insights Sat, 09 Jan 2010
Topic: Commentaries on living

He was to go to India to be with his sick mother, a hurried seat was booked through a friend, to fly to India by London,, as soon he boarded the plane in London and took his seat ,he was surprised to find Ks personal doctor sitting behind his seat, going to India , friendly exchange of greetings ,young man asked the doctor about k , doctor told him that k was in the front of the plane ,so he decided to go over to say hello, k was taking his shoes off, to put on slippers, he told k that he is going India to see his sick mother,, he offered k some home made buns it was politely refused, k told him that it hurts his ears every time he makes the journey. One saw a new dawn, over India as the plane arrived in India?, k left plane before every one else. It was nice to be with k on the flight. A blessing. K was to fly only twice to India after that flight, k travelled all over the world to talk to people, every year, he must be exposed to high altitude radition that made him ill in old age.

<pre><code> Taxi ride to the home town was very difficult, driver was taking unnecessary risks, he was over taking when he shouldn?t and nearly had an accident with a lorry. It was very close call. Taxi driver was told off to drive carefully. In India one goes out on the road with life in hand, or some blessings are necessary. </code></pre>
Forum: General Discussion Thu, 21 Aug 2014
Topic: Today's quote.

The only matter of any importance in life is UNDERSTANDING. Some one once told me understanding is to stand under. It really means I do not know in all humility,

Forum: General Discussion Thu, 21 Aug 2014
Topic: Today's quote.

• Words are ashes. You can collect ashes but out of ashes nothing grows. K

Forum: General Discussion Sun, 24 Aug 2014
Topic: Transformation

"Have you experienced this transformation?"?23 post

Transformation is not that happens or achieved,; It is, not a fixed or impermanent state or experienced in life It is life being it self A state of being it is a movement out of time and space.

Forum: General Discussion Mon, 25 Aug 2014
Topic: Transformation

. Feeling such love for you, unknown friend.yes

Forum: General Discussion Mon, 25 Aug 2014
Topic: Transformation

m: Yes..wonderful..in that energy we are truly connected as one.lots of love

Forum: General Discussion Mon, 25 Aug 2014
Topic: Transformation

mike: "But I still study everyday, both K, and into myself- which is to say,

. But this is not transformation."Read K like blessing of rain let it soak you through without resisting; meanings will germinate without any effort when life needs to

Forum: General Discussion Mon, 25 Aug 2014
Topic: Transformation

'And I do feel that what K talked about is very true but it is missing exact discussion about how to change our gene expression. Post 45

Love is a healer. In the light of loving attention, all that is false or illusion dissolves, genes mutate.

Forum: General Discussion Mon, 25 Aug 2014
Topic: QOTD 08-24-14

Work for debt is a new word for slavery .man shell for ever strive for bread as he is, self centered, look at the daisy neither toil the field or spins. It is not what one may have or not it is about freedom from self