Peace today


peace today

peace envelopes you

your skin absorbs peace like a sponge

all thoughts are of peace

peace is your bed that takes you in

your breathe is peace

breathing in and breathing out

your eyes are peace when you look at the world

peace to yourself

all your past is washed away by peace

remain with peace and all is well

all moves within peace

like waves crashing on rocks

they subside into peace again

peace cannot be lessened or increased

peace is

feel this peace deep within

accept the inner and outer into the peace that you are

remain immobile in peace while all action occurs

peace is not touched

peace is

speak peace with every word

your thoughts are contours of deep peace

meditate on peace

throughout your day

and in the night

every meeting is a meeting of peace with itself

be peace

avoid distractions from this peace

protect your peace

it is the most important thing in your life

you are the source of peace

be peace

be loyal to peace and nothing else

devote yourself entirely to peace

peace today



18th October 1973

There is in Sanskrit a long prayer to peace. It was written many, many centuries ago by someone to whom peace was an absolute necessity, and perhaps his daily life had its roots in that. It was written before the creeping poison of nationalism, the immorality of the power of money and the insistence on worldliness that industrialism has brought about. The prayer is to enduring peace:

May there be peace among the gods, in heaven and among the stars; may there be peace on earth, among men and four-footed animals; may we not hurt each other; may we be generous to each other; may we have that intelligence which will guide our life and action; may there be peace in our prayer, on our lips and in our hearts.

There is no mention of individuality in this peace; that came much later. There is only ourselves our peace, our intelligence our knowledge, our enlightenment. The sound of Sanskrit chants seems to have a strange effect. In a temple, about fifty priests were chanting in Sanskrit and the very walls seemed to be vibrating.

There is a path that goes through the green, shining field, through a sunlit wood and beyond. Hardly anyone comes to these woods, full of light and shadows. It is very peaceful there, quiet and isolated. There are squirrels and an occasional deer, shyly watchful and dashing away; the squirrels watch you from a branch and sometimes scold you. These woods have the perfume of summer and the smell of damp earth. There are enormous trees, old and moss-laden; they welcome you and you feel the warmth of their welcome. Each time you sit there and look up through the branches and leaves at the wonderful blue sky, that peace and welcome are waiting for you. You went with others through the woods but there was aloofness and silence; the people were chattering, indifferent and unaware of the dignity and grandeur of the trees; they had no relationship with them and so in all probability, no relationship with each other. The relationship between the trees and you was complete and immediate; they and you were friends and thus you were the friend of every tree, bush and flower on earth. You were not there to destroy and there was peace between them and you.

Peace is not an interval between the ending and beginning of conflict, of pain and of sorrow. No government can bring peace; its peace is of corruption and decay; the orderly rule of a people breeds degeneration for it is not concerned with all the people of the earth. Tyrannies can never hold peace for they destroy freedom: peace and freedom go together. To kill another for peace is the idiocy of ideologies. You cannot buy peace; it is not the invention of an intellect; it is not to be purchased through prayer, through bargaining. It is not in any holy building, in any book, in any person. No one can lead you to it, no guru, no priest, no symbol.

In meditation it is. Meditation itself is the movement of peace.

It is not an end to be found; it is not put together by thought or word. The action of meditation is intelligence. Meditation is none of those things you have been taught or experienced. The putting away of what you have learnt or experienced is meditation. The freedom from the experiencer is meditation. When there is no peace in relationship, there is no peace in meditation; it is an escape into illusion and fanciful dreams. It cannot be demonstrated or described. You are no judge of peace. You will be aware of it, if it is there, through the activities of your daily life, the order, the virtue of your life.

Heavy clouds and mists were there that morning; it was going to rain. It would take several days to see the blue sky again. But as you came into the wood, there was no diminishing of that peace and welcome. There was utter stillness and incomprehensible peace. The squirrels were hiding and the grasshoppers in the meadows were silent and beyond the hills and valleys was the restless sea.

source: PDF Krishnamurti’s Journal





One thought on “Peace today

  1. A beautiful tribute to peace, Tomas, both in your poem and K’s words.

    I especially resonated with the phrase “peace and freedom go together.” I believe our Founding Fathers had this in mind when they created our country, although K’s statement that “no government can bring peace” is very true. It is each of us who brings it — or not. I do believe that more and more of us are “leaning” toward peace these days. We are calling for a higher standard than perpetual contention and competition. We are hungry for true freedom, which can only be birthed in a climate of peace.
    Thanks for your poetic commentary and the reminder that peace “vibrates” and makes ourselves and our material world “shimmer.”

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