UG Krishnamurti was like a vast ocean towards which many rivers flow. All his friends flow river-like through life’s ups and downs, in rage at times, flooding with emotions at others, meandering here and there, but heading ultimately towards the vast all-encompassing welcoming ocean. Those who merged with him are at peace – they may claim otherwise - ‘devastated… shattered’ are the words they prefer to use, but if they look within themselves, they would find rock-like stability in the understanding that there is nothing to understand. Then, like sand they would flow, along with the flow of the ocean.

UG Krishnamurti was like a vast ocean towards which many rivers flow. All his friends flow river-like through life’s ups and downs, in rage at times, flooding with emotions at others, meandering here and there, but heading ultimately towards the vast all-encompassing welcoming ocean. Those who merged with him are at peace – they may claim otherwise - ‘devastated… shattered’ are the words they prefer to use, but if they look within themselves, they would find rock-like stability in the understanding that there is nothing to understand. Then, like sand they would flow, along with the flow of the ocean.

UG Krishnamurti was like a vast ocean towards which many rivers flow. All his friends flow river-like through life’s ups and downs, in rage at times, flooding with emotions at others, meandering here and there, but heading ultimately towards the vast all-encompassing welcoming ocean. Those who merged with him are at peace – they may claim otherwise - ‘devastated… shattered’ are the words they prefer to use, but if they look within themselves, they would find rock-like stability in the understanding that there is nothing to understand. Then, like sand they would flow, along with the flow of the ocean.