You cannot live without dying.
You cannot live if you do not die psychologically every minute.
This is not an intellectual paradox. To live completely,
wholly, every day as if it were a new loveliness,
there must be dying to everything of yesterday,
otherwise you live mechanically,
and a mechanical mind can never know what
love is or what freedom is.
Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known
photo: early morning mist on Blessington Lake, Co Wicklow, by IrishFlyfisher
Mindfulbalance 
Beautiful words to ponder and perfect photo accompaniment.
Thanks Sharon. The text is indeed beautifu and challenging. The early autumn mornings are very beautiful here this year….a “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”. Karl
Today I took these words in my meditation, thanks.
Hi Chiara,
Thank you for commenting. I hope that they were helpful,
Karl