THE SEARCH Jiddu Krishnamurti in 1927. The Search by J. Krishnamurti, 1927 V From the ancient of times, From the very foundation of the earth, The end for all things Have I known. As the mighty river knows At the very beginning of its birth The end of its long journey, Though it wander through many lands, So have I known. As in the time of winter, The barren tree Knows the coming joys of the spring, So have I known. Long have I wandered Through many lives, In many lands, Amidst many peoples, In search of this end I have known. As the stagnant pools That are purified With the coming rains, So had I remained Motionless, Till the hurricane of sorrow Cleansed me. Burdened have I been With many possessions, With the wealth of the world, With the comforts that bring stagnation. Rejoiced have I been In the satisfaction of a multitude of things, Till the storm of tears Washed away the pride of abundance. And as the lands of the desert Are without shadows, So had my life become. I worshipped at the altars Of way-side shrines, Whose Gods have denied me Of the end that I have known. Their priests held me In thrall By the magic of their words, By the intoxication of their incense. In the sheltering shadows of the temple walls I remained, in darkness, Weeping for the end I have known. Till anew The whirlwind of pain Threw me out again On the open road. I created philosophies and creeds, Complicated theories of life, I buried myself In the intellectual creations of man, Great in the arrogance thereof. As of a sudden The storm breaks, So was I left naked, Overwhelmed by the agony Of the transient things. Great was my love, Immense was the satisfaction thereof. I sang, I danced In the ecstasy of my love, But as fades the tender rose In the full days of summer, So my love withered In the full days of my enjoyment. I was as empty as the wide skies, I wept for the end I have known. Renouncing all, Naked as I came, I withdrew from the world of pleasure, In solitude, Under the great trees, In seclusion Of the peaceful valley, I sought for the end That my soul cried for, The end that I have known Through the ages of time. As the flower sleeps of a night, Withholding its glory For the joys of the morrow, So, gathering my strength, I delved deep Into the secret stores of my heart, For the joy of discovery. As one beholds the light At the end of a dark passage, So I beheld The end of my search, The end I have known. As the builder Lays brick upon brick, For the edifice of his desire, So, from the ancient of times, From the very foundation of the earth, Have I gathered The dust of experience, Life after life, For the consummation Of my hearts desire. Behold! My house is complete and full, And now I am free to depart. As the mighty river knows At the very beginning of its birth The end of its long journey, So have I known. As in the time of winter The barren tree Knows the coming joys of the spring, So have I known. From the ancient of times, From the very foundation of the earth, The end for all things Have I known. Lo! the hour has come, The hour that I have known. Liberated am I, Free from life and death. Sorrow and pleasure call me no more, Detached am I in affection, Beyond the dreams of the Gods am I. As the moon is full and serene In the days of harvest, So am I In the days of my Liberation. Simple as the tender leaf am I, For in me are many winters and many springs. As the dewdrop is of the sea, So am I born In the ocean of Liberation. As the mysterious river Enters the open seas, So have I entered Into the world of Liberation. This is the end I have known. The Search by J. Krishnamurti, 1927.https://youtube/watch?v=DYxJtutRxJ4
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