I decided to pitch my tent high in the mountains with magnificent views over the Andes.
Enveloped in silence and with the splendour and grandeur of the universe above, I sat all night 'listening' to the silence. I watched the rays of light streak across those mountains heralding the new day.
During that night these following words from Jiddu Krishnamurti came to me.
Such a profound and moving experience which has stayed with me ever since.
In the silence of deep night and in the quiet, still morning when the sun is touching the hills, there is a great mystery.
It is there in all living things. If you sit quietly under a tree, you will feel the ancient earth with its incomprehensible mystery. On a still night when the stars are clear and close, you will be aware of expanding space and the mysterious order of all things, of the immeasurable and of nothing, of the movement of the dark hills and the hoot of an owl.
In that utter silence of the mind, this mystery expands without time and space…
Experience is the death of that incommunicable mystery; …. to be in communion with that, the mind, the whole of you, must be at the same level, at the same time, with the same intensity as that which is called mysterious.
This is love. With this the whole mystery of the universe is open.