Gusts of a cool strong wind draw me to the balcony where in the frail periodically dimming electric light I write.
The monsoon has a long tail this year, the sound of ringing temple bells are modified by its sodden atmosphere. A little distance away is Vasanta Vihar, the city home of Krishnamurti, further south the green tree breathing space of the old Theosopical grounds at Adyar. I was just on twenty when I first read Krishnamurti but what did I understand of the boy-sage then? What do I understand of his legacy now? Some became disappointed when it was revealed that for many yeras he had a lover, but what of it. Others wrote defending him, why? The man is not the teaching, as he himself said, "The person who taught the teachings is unimportant.The teachings are important ... (Ojai, 20 March 1977)
The 'teachings are not something out there, in a book. What the teaching is or says, 'Look at yourself, go into yourself, inquire into what there is, understand it, go beyond it' ... you are to understand yourself. (Raighat, 25 November 1981).
Now, I listen to the album It'll End in Tears the words are softly shaken into night and there is a quiet wonder of beginning again.