Krishnamurti — A Dying Every Day

You are waiting for me

to describe what this silence is

so that you can compare it, interpret it,

carry it away and bury it.

It cannot be described.

What can be described is the known,

and the freedom from the known

can come into being

only when there is a dying every day

to the known, to the hurts, the flatteries,

to all the images you have made,

to all your experiences.

Krishnamurti

Freedom from the Known