The following is apparently a poem Krishnamurti wrote about the Buddha. I found it on Buddhanet at: http://www.buddhanet.net/bvk_study/bvk22a.htm
The Immortal Friend
I sat dreaming in a room of great silence.
The early morning was still and breathless,
The great blue mountains stood against the dark
skies, cold and clear,
Round the dark log house
The black and yellow birds were welcoming the sun.
I sat on the floor, with legs crossed, meditating,
Forgetting the sunlit mountains,
The immense silence,
And the golden sun.
I lost the feel of my body,
My limbs were motionless,
Relaxed and at peace.
A great joy of unfathomable depth filled my heart.
Eager and keen was my mind, concentrated.
Lost to the transient world,
I was full of strength.
As the Eastern breeze
That suddenly springs into being
And calms the weary world,
There in front of me
As the world knows Him
In His yellow robes, simple and magnificent,
Was the Teacher of Teachers.
Looking at me,
Motionless the Mighty Being sat.
I looked and bowed my head.
My body bent forward of itself.
That one look
Showed the progress of the world,
Showed the immense distance between the world
And the greatest of its Teachers.
How little it understood,
And how much He gave.
How joyously He soared,
Escaping from birth and death,
From its tyranny and entangling wheel.
He gave to the world, as the flower gives
As I looked
At the sacred feet that once trod the happy
Dust of India,
My heart poured forth its devotion,
Limitless and unfathomable,
Without restraint and without effort.
-J Krishnamurti, 'The immortal friend', Ommen, Star publishing Trust 1928, Pages 8-10 also quoted in 'J Krishnamurti' as I knew him' by Susunaga Weeraperuma- Motilal Banarsidass- 1996, Pages 181-183.
I too have found some of K's writing inspiring. From what I understand he had several traumatic experiences in the first half of his life. I've also heard about those alleged misconducts you mention, Will. So, while he may be a flawed teacher (let's assume the allegations of misconduct have some truth in them), it seems to me that he did experience suffering in a very profound way and that he was sharing his views out of a deep desire to encourage others to investigate for themselves the nature of suffering. That, to me, is quite laudable, even if he did exhibit some all too human weaknesses. This is of course not to say that we should accept his ideas regardless of their validity, but that we can nevertheless appreciate his effort (assuming that they arose out of good intentions).