你从未单纯地安住于任何感受，而总是用各种言语去解读。言语，会扭曲感受；意念，围绕感受回旋，将感受笼罩，又用大山般的恐惧和渴望将感受压倒。你从未安住于感受，从未安住于任何东西，比如憎恨，比如奇异的美感。当憎恨感从内心升起，你跟自己说：憎恨非善心，于是涌起一股冲动，去搏击、制伏它，于是内心妄念纷飞，杂乱如麻。
请试着安住于内心的憎恨、嫉妒，安住于企图心，因为这些毒素终究是日常生活的真实内容，虽然你渴望与爱同在——哪怕只是口头上的爱。既然你心怀憎恨，总想用激烈动作或言辞痛击某人，那么请试试能不能与那感受共处？你试过吗？试着安住于感受上，看看会发生什么。你会发现，这异常艰难。要想心里不理会那感受，这根本做不到，你心头会涌上千般旧事、万般联想，必须这样、不得那样，喋喋不休。
捡起一枚贝壳，你能不能看着它，惊叹于它的精美，却不把美付诸语言，也不去追问究竟是什么生物？你能不能看着它，心旌不动？你能不能安住于语言背后的感受，将语言构建的感受抹去？如果你能做到，那么你将发现某种异乎寻常的东西，那是一种超越时间量度的流动，是无边的阳春，不知酷夏，无论秋冬。
——克里希那穆提《生命书：365观心日课》（The Book of Life: Daily Meditations with Krishnamurti）
Remain with a Feeling and See What Happens
You never remain with any feeling, pure and simple, but always surround it with the paraphernalia of words. The word distorts it; thought, whirling round it, throws it into shadow, overpowers it with mountainous fears and longings. You never remain with a feeling, and with nothing else: with hate, or with that strange feeling of beauty. When the feeling of hate arises, you say how bad it is; there is the compulsion, the struggle to overcome it, the turmoil of thought about it….
Try remaining with the feeling of hate, with the feeling of envy, jealousy, with the venom of ambition; for after all, that’s what you have in daily life, though you may want to live with love, or with the word love. Since you have the feeling of hate, of wanting to hurt somebody with a gesture or a burning word, see if you can stay with that feeling. Can you? Have you ever tried? Try to remain with a feeling, and see what happens. You will find it amazingly difficult. Your mind will not leave the feeling alone; it comes rushing in with its remembrances, its associations, its do’s and don’ts, its everlasting chatter.
Pick up a piece of shell. Can you look at it, wonder at its delicate beauty, without saying how pretty it is, or what animal made it? Can you look without the movement of the mind? Can you live with the feeling behind the word, without the feeling that the word builds up? If you can, then you will discover an extraordinary thing, a movement beyond the measure of time, a spring that knows no summer.
MAY 14
