An Old poem of J. Krishnamurti

SesapZai - Mom. Artist. Academic. And a little bit of everything else.

I was very fortunate to stumble upon this remarkable poem on a friend’s profile and couldn’t help sharing it here on my blog. I read this poem SO many times that I lost count. It’s just absolutely breathtaking! Enjoy!

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An Old poem of J. Krishnamurti:

I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep temples.
I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in tradition.
I am not in the incense
Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice.
I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
I am not held in the bondage of religions,
Nor…

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