L., I am not scared about what will happen or won’t happen. Not now. As for prudence, I have given that up. Perhaps because it is characteristic for me to be reasonably grounded, to not let my guard down, I am coming across as particularly foolish now. But this is new to me too, you know.

So what do I know? Only that I owe fullness to the things that are in making; that this awakening is a part of that journey. That I am ‘home in my body’, to use Thich Nhat Hanh’s eloquent phrase.

I have to walk this way now, and keep on not knowing something important.

A Note
Wislawa Szymborska

Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;

to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain
from everything it’s not;

to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;

and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
something important.

Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh.

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