Have you ever looked at a mountain or the blue sea
without chattering, without making noise,
really paying attention to the blue sea,
the beauty of the water, the beauty of light on a sheet of water?
When you see the extraordinary beauty of the earth,
its rivers, lakes, mountains,
what actually takes place?
What takes place when you look at something
which is actually marvellously beautiful:
a statue, a poem, a lily in the pond, or a well-kept lawn?
At that moment, the very majesty of a mountain makes you forget yourself.
Have you ever been in that position?
If you have, you have seen that then you don’t exist,
only that grandeur exists.
But a few seconds later or a minute later,
the whole cycle begins, the confusion, the chatter.
So beauty is, where you are not.
It is a tragedy if you don’t see this.
Truth is, where you are not.
Beauty is, love is, where you are not.
We are not capable of looking
at this extraordinary thing called truth.
– Krishnamurti
Cosmic Flotsam 