Wednesday, October 5, 2011
He had an intense relationship with the things of nature. He maintained that the roots of trees have a sound but we simply don’t hear it any more.
Once, when walking across the Brockwood meadows behind the Grove, I was about to pass between a group of five tall pine trees. He caught me by the arm and said: No! Around them! We must not disturb them.
The Beauty of the Mountain - Memories of J Krishnamurti