Love

 

 

 

Love is something that is new, fresh, alive.

It has no yesterday and no tomorrow.

It is beyond the turmoil of thought.

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

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

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,

is only possible when thought comes to understand itself

and comes naturally to an end.

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

Krishnamurti