Across the
way, the large pool was tranquil. Its waters had been very agitated, as
there had been a strong breeze; but now it was quite still and was
reflecting the large leaves of a tree. One or two lilies floated quietly
on its surface, and a bud was just showing itself above the water.
Birds began to come, and several frogs came out and jump into the pool.
The ripples soon died away, and once more the waters were still. On the
very top of a tall tree sat a bird, preening itself and singing; it
would fly in a curve and come back to its high and solitary perch; it
was so delighted with the world and with itself. Nearby sat a fat man
with a book, but his mind was far away; he would try to read, but his
mind raced off again and again. Ultimately he gave up the struggle and
let the mind have its way. A lorry was coming up the hill slowly and
wearily, and again the gears had to be changed.
Krishnamurti Commentaries on Living, Harper & Brothers, New York (read more)
Matisse, oeuvre tardive in "Matisse, une seconde vie", Musée du Luxembourg, 2005
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