Paris,2014

Near Notre Dame, a double coffee six euros.

My life can not be balanced by euros,

and my heart cannot be paid.

It will remain open just the same as my mouth

which should be shut most of the time.

But i am the one to decide.

And feeling is the first thing for me.

All else is secondary.

Paris, 2014, a journey against odds, aren't they all?

I thought i come here pure and in a new innocence.

Ready to experience. i am, but . 

The past spoils the present,

only me thrown back to myself,

and a sadness goes with this.

I share my life with myself. 

I wanted for once something else,

share my complete being with another one.

This appears now impossible.

Alas, i changed already, so it is not so hard to bear.

Just hard.

I enjoy my coffee in this shabby bar.

Good morning, Paris,

I don't belong here.

Good morning,

....

Krishnamurti

"To do something for its own sake seems quite difficult and almost undesirable. Social values are based on doing something for the sake of something else. This makes for barren existence, a life which is never complete, full. This is one of the reasons of disintegrating discontent.

To be satisfied is ugly but to be discontented breeds hatred. To be virtuous in order to gain heaven or the approval of the respectable, of society, makes of life a barren field which has been ploughed over and over again but has never been sown. This activity of doing something for the sake of something else is in essence an intricate series of escapes, escapes from oneself, from what is.

Without experiencing the essence there is no beauty. Beauty is not merely in the outward things or in inward thoughts, feelings and ideas; there is beauty beyond all thought and feeling. It’s this essence that is beauty. But this beauty has no opposite."


http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/krishnamurti-teachings/view-text.php?tid=2372&chid=70564&w=&

Contrabass flute solo Jeroen Goossens ( FLAIRCK )