J KRISHAMURTI ON GOD AND INSPIRED POEM

J KRISHAMURTI ON GOD

...God or truth or what you will is a thing that comes into being from moment to moment, and it happens only in a state of freedom and spontaneity, not when the mind is disciplined according to a pattern. God is not a thing of the mind, it does not come through self-projection, it comes only when there is virtue, which is freedom. Virtue is facing the fact of what is and the facing of the fact is a state of bliss. Only when the mind is blissful, quiet, without any movement of its own, without the projection of thought, conscious or unconscious – only then does the eternal come into being. (JK in the book THE FIRST AND LAST FREEDOM)

INSPIRED POEM

A thought takes flight, a wish takes form,

In minds like ours, a brewing storm.

We crave a hand, a guiding light,

So carve a god from day and night.

But minds are small, and thoughts run deep,

A biased lens where shadows sleep.

The god we build, a mirrored face,

Reflects our fears, our time, our place.

A petty mind, a petty God,

Constrained by walls, by mortal sod.

To seek the truth, a boundless quest,

With tools so dull, put to the test.

The unknowable, a hidden gleam,

Lost in the logic's rigid stream.

The sacred whispers, soft and low,

Beyond the reach of all we know.