"Liberation beckons us within everything."
Some days it is enough to be aware of the enormous mystery of life, and others, I need to plunge in, follow the clues, attempt to solve.
There is no solution, of course—only endless puzzling. Some days the idea of knowing, of figuring out, seems like the liberation I’m seeking (freedom from bafflement, from ignorance, from contained and unenlightened thought); but in the end, I think, it’s accepting the mystery and never-knowing that’s the liberation of Li Song, and the almost baffling happiness of Rilke.
“But suppose the endlessly dead were towake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or directus to the raindescending on black earth in earlyspring. ---And we, who always think of happinessrising, would feel the emotionthat almost baffles uswhen a happy thing falls.”—Maria Rainer Rilke, Duino Elegies
image: what beckons; photo: The Beauty of Arts