This first Krishnamurti Diary is a unique document within his production, because if all his previous work is born from transcripts of talks and conferences, here it is he himself who writes about his deepest individual experiences.

It is a text that begins in June 1961, in New York City, and continues with very precise annotations on the perceptions and states of consciousness of its author. Mary Lutyens informs us, in the Preface, that Krishnamurti wrote in pencil, very clearly and practically without erasures. The annotations begin and end abruptly, and Krishnamurti himself could not say what prompted him to initiate them. He had never kept a journal before.

This first Krishnamurti Diary is also like a spring from which all the rich teaching of its author springs: like a natural source brimming with spontaneity and freshness. Thus we can read that each time there is something new, a new quality, a new nuance, a new perfume; that trees, mountains, rivers, clouds, sunlight, birds, flowers ... everything is always new. Every day life begins anew. The world is reborn.