As a young man, I scoured used book stores in places like Vancouver and Toronto, searching for the world’s wisdom in books.

Jiddu Krishnamurti was one of my discoveries.  He was an Indian spiritual teacher.  One commentator said:

Krishnamurti asserted that “truth is a pathless land” and advised against following any doctrine, discipline, teacher, guru or authority, including himself.

Hmm … “including himself”.  I vote for that.

I probably read seven books written by Jiddu.  Decades later, I remember next to nothing of his words.  However …

He resides within me

I can feel him roaming around within my muscles and bones

There’s a gift shop near me on the Oudburg that displays books about spirituality in the window – all in Dutch.  I’ve been curious.  Today I walked through the door.  Minh welcomed me.

I’ve been attracted to the spirit of The Mother.  She joined her life to the sage Sri Aurobindo, and together they became “two as one”.  Sitting front and centre in the shop was a book entitled “De Moeder”, the story of The Mother written in Dutch.  A part of me was reaching for my wallet, but the voice said “No.  Something else is here.”

My eyes widened to two full shelves of Krishnamurti books.  A quick perusal told me they were all in Dutch.  A slower perusal revealed the volume you see here.

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Seven euros

A path taken again

Even if this is still “a pathless land”