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Love within the illusion...


In the morning, walking in the woods above the stream, with the
sun on every tree, again it was there, that immensity so unexpected,
so still that one walked through it, marveling.

A single leaf was
dancing rhythmically and the rest of the abundant leaves were still.

It was there, that love that's not within the scope of man's longing
and measure.

It was there and thought could blow it away and a
feeling could push it away.

It was there, never to be conquered,
never to be caught.

from Krishnamurti's Notebook

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