JIDDU KRISHNAMURTI POEMS SET TO MUSIC BY GEORGE STEFANAKIS
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POEM
The world moans and languishes,
Thought is ashamed and made crooked.
Love is a wilderness and a cruel confusion.
The pure blossom of Life is turned to dust.
How they suffer, how they despise!
The anger of contempt breeds hatred,
And affection is smitten in the midst of the street.
The shadow of weariness lies on the face of man.
His ambition is in the dust of decay,
His doubt creates a darkness about him,
His talk is as the sound of many hoofs
On the smooth-paved roads
Filling the silent house.
His glory, his pomp, his rejoicings.
Cover the empty spaces of his loneliness.
The dark fear of death
Snatches away the jewel in his eye.
And as the spider weaves with delicate ease its web
So man weaves the stuff of common events
But is caught up in its exquisite confusion.
His days are spent in the destruction of his handiwork.
The song of the river,
The wandering of the waters,
And a dead tree in full summer.
Ah, in the cruel confusion of purpose
The pure blossom of Life lies withering.
Who shall nourish it, who shall uphold it,
Who shall awaken it to its sweet fragrance?
My Beloved calls
And the echo goes aching down the valley. | 
