springs between. 

compassion is not hard to come by when the heart is not filled with the cunning things 
of the mind. it is the mind with its demands and fears, its attachments and denials, its determinations and urges, that destroys love. and how difficult it is to be simple about all this. you don't need philosophies and doctrines to be gentle and kind. 
generosity comes from quite a different source, a source beyond all measure. 
ambition and envy destroy it as surely as fire burns. 
this source must be touched, but one must come to it empty-handed, 
without prayer, without sacrifice. 
books cannot teach, nor can any guru lead to, this source. 
it cannot be reached through the cultivation of virtue, though virtue is necessary, 
nor through capacity and obedience. 
when the mind is serene, without any movement, it is there.


krishnamurti,
the book of life.