I am Life

I have no name;
I am 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 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 in the pious agony of their priests.
I am not entrapped by philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their sects.

I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the worshipped.
I am free.

My song is the song of the river
Calling for the open seas,
Wandering, wandering.

I am Life.


J. Krishnamurti, The Song of Life, XV, p 30-31,
The Star Publishing Trust, Ommen Holland, 1931

The Raindrop

Does the raindrop hold in its fullness
The raging stream?
Does the raindrop in its loneliness
Feed the solitary tree on the hill?
Does the raindrop in its great descent
Create the sweet sound of the many waters?
Does the raindrop in its pureness
Quench the aching thrist?

It is the unwise who chase
The shadow of self in Life.
And Life Eludes them,
For they wander in the ways of bondage.

Wherefore the struggle in loneliness of division?
In Life there is neither you nor I.

J. Krishnamurti, The Song of Life, XIV, p 29
The Star Publishing Trust, Ommen Holland, March 1931