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breaking the thought cycle

Nature's role in our the life of an outdoors-person is obviously massive...but it's not always obvious. Felt, yes, but fully understood? Often, no.

“If you pass on through the meadows with their thousand flowers of every color imaginable, from bright red to yellow and purple, and their bright green grass washed clean by last night’s rain, rich and verdant–again without a single movement of the machinery of thought–then you will know what love is.

To look at the blue sky, the high full-blown clouds, the green hills with their clear lines against the sky, the rich grass and the fading flower– to look without a word of yesterday; then, when the mind is completely quiet, silent, undisturbed by any thought, when the observer is completely absent–then there is unity. Not that you are united with the flower, or with the cloud, or with those sweeping hills; rather there is a feeling of complete non-being in which the division between you and another ceases.

The woman carrying those provisions which she bought in the market, the big black Alsatian dog, the two children playing with the ball–if you can look at all these without a word, without a measure, without any association, then the quarrel between you and another ceases. This state, without the word, without thought, is the expanse of mind that has no boundaries, no frontiers within which the I and the not-I can exist.

Don’t think this is imagination, or some flight of fancy, or some desired mystical experience; it is not. It is as actual as the bee on that flower or the little girl on her bicycle or the man going up a ladder to paint the house–the whole conflict of the mind in its separation has come to an end. You look without the look of the observer, you look without the value of the word and the measurement of yesterday. The look of love is different from the look of thought. The one leads in a direction where thought cannot follow, and the other leads to separation, conflict, and sorrow. From this sorrow, you cannot go to the other. The distance between the two is made by thought, and thought cannot by any stride reach the other.

As you walk back by the little farmhouses, the meadows, and the railway line, you will see that yesterday has come to an end: life begins where thought ends.”

J. Krishnamurti

This may just be the most beautiful and concise discourse on what it means to dissolve the ego and to simply exist, impartially, in the moment.

Our pursuit....the pursuit of nature, of connection, of living our truth through the expanse of the great outdoors, is rooted in this very thing. We may not think of it this deeply or dive into a conversation of this magnitude often, but that feeling we all get when we are in the place... it is the feeling that Krishnamurti has so eloquently constructed for us.

The noise of life, weight of past.... longing for/fear of the future, comparison.... this is where we become discordant with our soul. The solution is so simple yet seemingly so illusive at the same time. We go through our days and weeks and months and years with a growing sense of separated-ness yet we are all energy. Subatomic particles making atoms held together through space by energy, making up tissues and organs and organisms. What makes us so separate from the bee or one another? Only our thought.

Nature dissolves the veil of separation. It is why we must go there as much as our soul requires of us... to lift the veil from time to time and remind us that we are all of God. That the powers of the universe flow through everything... sun and moon and rock and river and ocean and humankind.

Just something to ponder.


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