Day 86
mystery
Let go
the world cannot be escaped.
So your letting go will only free your hands for other tasks.
Let go
live in the wild space between things.
Even your death will only be a releasing, as far as you know.
The mystery is so small and also so large, that you will never conceive of it whole. You can crouch down and examine through a glass the tiniest spiders on your path, and it may inspire awe, but it will only be the scurrying extremities of mystery. You can reach out with your rockets, or your telescopes, or wait for the satellites to return with their pictures, and still you will only be seeing slivers of infinity.
This is okay. For the most part, you will only see what is right in front of your face and I hope that it is someone or something you love. I hope that as you hold that beloved person or pen or instrument or tool; I hope you feel the mystery breaking through. Loving draws mystery out of the shadows that you might catch a glimpse of something real.
Do not stop loving, whatever you do.
