When We Love, We Too Hold Hands with Krishnamurti

“A few years ago, when he was quite old and rather frail, I heard Krishnamurti address a large assembly.

He spoke in his accustomed softness and care for a few minutes before calling on a fellow who had raised his hand with a question. Krishnamurti answered slowly, then stopped and began again, then stopped again. He said his aging had caused him to not always be so very sharp and would the fellow just come down and hold his hand.

It was a teaching for us all that some day all that might be left of us is our love.”

Stephen Levine - Turning Toward the Mystery