Prejudice Jiddu Krishnamurti - George Stefanakis

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"Courtesy of krishnamurti Foundation of America"
"Ευγενική προσφορά του ιδρύματος krishnamurti της Αμερικής"
poetry: Jiddu Krishnamurti
Music and singing: George Stefanakis
One song from Krishnamurti's poem "The Search"

Prejudice is as the shadow
On the face of the mountain,
As a dark cloud
In the fair skies,
As the withered rose
That ceases to delight the world,
As the blight that destroys
The bloom of a ripe fruit,
As the bird that has lost
The power of its wings,
As the man that has no ears,
Deaf to sweet music,
As the man that has no eyes,
Blind to the gorgeous sunset,
As the delights of experience
To the man that is enfeebled.
Prejudice is as the agitated lake
That cannot reflect the beauty of the skies,
As the barren rock of the mountain,
As the weary land of a shadowless country,
As the dry bed of the river
That knows not the delights
Of the waters of many summers,
As the tree that has lost its green happiness,
As the woman that is childless,
As the breath of winter
That witheres all things,
As the shadow of death
In a happy land.
Prejudice is evil,
It is a corrupter of the world,
It is a destroyer of the beautiful,
It is the root of all sorrow,
It has its being in ignorance,
It is a state of utter darkness where light cannot find its way,
It is an abomination,
A sin against Truth.
If you would know thyself,
You must cut yourself free from this weed that binds thee,
That suffocates thee,
That destroys your vision,
That kills your affection,
That prevents your thought.
When you are free, untrammelled,
When your body is controlled and relaxed,
When your eyes can perceive all things in their pure nakedness,
When your heart is serene and burdened with affection,
When your mind is well poised,
Then, O world,
The gates of that Garden,
The Kingdom of Happiness,
Are open.