It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with
It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with the insects and the leaping frog and the owl that hoots among the hills calling for its mate. We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.
Hear, O seekers of truth, the words of Jiddu Krishnamurti: “It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with the insects and the leaping frog and the owl that hoots among the hills calling for its mate. We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.” In this lament is revealed the great sorrow of our age: that mankind, in its pride, has strayed far from the relationship with nature that once sustained its spirit.
When he names the insects, the leaping frog, and the owl whose cry pierces the stillness of night, he reminds us of the sacred chorus of life. Each creature, humble or mighty, plays its part in the eternal harmony of the earth. Yet man, blinded by his machines and his hungers, forgets the song and lives as though he alone were sovereign. This is folly, for he who severs himself from the web of life severs himself from his own soul.
The feeling for all living things is no idle sentiment—it is the recognition of kinship. The ancients knew this, for they worshiped the rivers, revered the forests, and honored the beasts as companions upon the path. They saw in the flight of the bird an omen, in the howl of the wolf a warning, in the blooming flower a blessing. To lose this bond is not merely to lose wonder—it is to lose wisdom itself.
Krishnamurti’s words strike as both rebuke and call to awakening. He names it “odd” that we live without this bond, but in truth it is more than odd—it is tragic. For when man forgets his place within the whole, he brings destruction not only upon the earth but upon himself. Without reverence for nature, there is no balance, no peace, no lasting joy.
Thus let this teaching endure: rekindle the bond, and awaken the relationship with life in all its forms. Look upon the smallest insect and see a miracle; listen to the owl and hear not only its call, but the call to return. For only when man feels deeply for all living things shall he live truly, and only then shall the earth itself rejoice.
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