Beans and Krishnamurti

Life

After talking for almost an hour, Krishnamurti He said that the time for questions had come.

Yesterday someone asked me after the talk how I would define "life." Is that person here?

Yes Master- Someone said from the bottom.

I am not your teacherKrisnamurti replied. Your teacher is within you. Yesterday I asked you to bring me two chickpeas, two lentils or two beans, so that I can answer your question today. Did you bring them?

Yes, here I have them said the man.

A man in his 40s stepped forward into the audience and gave Krisnamurti two white beans, which the lecturer put away, clenching one in each fist.

-I'll save the answer for last he added.

For the next half hour, Juddi Krishnamurti answered all kinds of questions on all kinds of subjects. I remember that his move, if it was, regarding the postponed question, had managed to keep me expectant.

It was time to say goodbye and Krishnamurti lowered his head and spoke slowly to us:

-They ask me what life is for me ... I think I cannot explain it only with words because life is seen, felt, lived. I can't give definitionshe repeated. but maybe I can give an example.

After pausing, Krishnamurti continued:

-Life is the difference between this ...-He said showing the bean that he had kept in his left hand- and this other- He concluded, showing the other bean, the one that had remained in his right fist.

An exclamation of astonishment filled the room.

It was not be for lowerly.

A small green sprout peeked out of the bean that lay in plain sight on his right palm.

In just over 30 minutes, with the heat and humidity of his closed hand, only one of the beans had sprouted.

Later, much later, the questions would come.

What happened?

As it did?

Later still, the attempts to explain that would open up new questions: how can a man manage the humidity, heat and energy of his clenched fist to get a bean to germinate in such a short time?

How can you do it in just one of your hands?

All that would be later ... because at that moment the only thing that mattered, for the child that I was, was the surprise and the discovery of a message impossible to forget:

Life is expansion, growth, openness ...

Life is joy, it is awakening and it is also, why not?, Something of mystery.

Source: Jorge Bucay.


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