Love

 

 

 

Love is something that is new, fresh, alive.

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It has no yesterday and no tomorrow.

It is beyond the turmoil of thought.

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It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is,

and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent.

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To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly

through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain,

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is only possible when thought comes to understand itself

and comes naturally to an end.

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Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.

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Krishnamurti