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November 7, 2002
Bird singing ~ Philosophy and poetry
There is a story of a religious teacher who used to talk every morning to his disciples. One morning he got on the platform and was just about to begin when a little bird came and sat on the window sill and began to sing, and sang away with full heart. Then it stopped and flew away and the teacher said, "The sermon for this morning is over".
- Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known (Chapter XI: To look and to listen).
Posted at 8:43 AM
2 Comment(s)
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ba eu stiu?
Posted by gigel at November 10, 2002 9:16 AM
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Wha yo say mo?!
Posted by Kiffin at November 11, 2002 10:28 AM
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