The Eternal Soul

 

When I am filled with joy
or sadness, with feelings
of pleasure or pain,
with accurate thoughts,
perfect definitions,
accurate arguments,
the eternal soul is far
from me.

When I look for spirituality
as a way of salvation
and peace for my conflicts,
uncertainties, misfortunes
and strays, the eternal soul,
even understanding,
moves away.

When I seek the power of magic
by dominating the ether,
traveling through the astral
worlds, collecting visions
and supersensations like a
pirate adventurer dominating
the subtle seas,
the eternal soul sighs
patiently.

When I empty myself
of moral rules,
concepts and classifications,
the desires to be something
else and finally get in touch
with what is most true in me,
the eternal soul welcomes me
in its infinite tenderness.

And I, tiny as a grain of sand
in the desert of this world,
no longer seek words,
thoughts, or feelings.

Because the eternal soul
is not defined: It simply is.

And we are One.

Krishnamurti, The Eternal Soul

Photo: Hither Green Cemetery, UK, Yersinia Pestis, flickr