Nothing to say?

A small group had gathered at the house of Bodhisattva  Krishnamurti to discuss the great matter. Layman John told the story of the Zen master who had ascended the rostrum to deliver his sermon to the monks when a bird had begun singing outside the open windows. He had stood with his flywhisk raised until the bird had finished. Then, lowering his flywhisk, he had said “ Oh monks –that is all for today!” and retired to his room.

Krishnamurti, that great speaker, said nothing.