Krishnamurti’s Comb-Over
I think that says it all.
Human nature.
The range of expression
contained in a world-class philosopher
who devoted his life
to deep communication -
golden threads of thought luring us into
new delicacies of perception.
That comb-over is not a casual act;
It’s not like he just pushed a couple of stray hairs over
It comes from way in the back
If I’m not mistaken there’s some teasing going on in there
to make the pouf.
And a serious amount of hairspray
required to maintain its shape
In a video I saw him walking along the beach
and in the wind,
the thing lifted up like a lid.
What’s with us people?
Why do we even pretend vanity isn’t hardwired into our system.
i lived in his school in england, and never did i once consider the comb-over. i was too busy trying to be liked in my puberty years. there were only 70 of us and when i crossed him in the hall, he would make way, blending into the wall. and when in a room together, our attention followed his words, taking us far from the way he combed his hair every morning. maybe it was the english in him.
Actually, sitting in the oakgrove in Ojai, close to his feet, I witnessed his hair blowing every whichway in the gentle breeze, but the sound of quiet permeated all of us as we noticed our own hair moving with the branches of the oaks as the wind danced through our midst, one large movement.
It's wonderful to hear these first hand accounts of being with Krishnamurti!