Being able to let go means being able to resist the will, being able to expose oneself to the unknown. For what happens in the will is beyond our power. When I dedicate myself entirely to the task of being myself, I do not complain about the loss of suffering. I surrender myself entirely to the inscribing power of the moment in which I come into the world.
Encountered by the other, I am not touched, and instead face them directly. Trusting the inner voice that tells me that the singular is the greatest sum, I step forward without moving and without touching. It is not I who holds on. It is not the other who advances. We are not an exclamation mark resulting from our given circumstances. We do not determine each other.
Yesterday’s rules of the undetermined outcome apply again. What do you have to say? That you have been endowed with reason? That you will abide by the voice that expresses what is only tenuously justified? That you want to learn failing in a different way? Not with me! We suffer from a lack of assurance when even the last word does not coincide with what it was meant to convey.
To be upright in the face of adversity; to be genuine in the crushing burden of the rising star and the entanglements of a fateful life. For I, the unborn, will be there when and where you need me, and if you are not too ashamed to ask.
Right now, when the encounter is still being defined and the promise has been kept; right now, when you set out to be the one who goes before you and leads the way even in the most difficult terrain. Yes, now you are most true, decidedly here, destined for what lies ahead of you.
How do I continue with what I began? “Do not hesitate” is the answer that sheds light on the past. Do not contradict whatever answer comes to you, for it is you who has learned to speak the truth. It is you, as far as the eye reaches. Not he nor she—the others who do not know you and do not know what your presence speaks of. You give the word.
You appear multitudinous to the few and seem to be heard only by the mute, who are witnesses in the silence. We are the ones to recognise that the markings have been made.
How will it be when it proclaims the advent of the next time, before it is denied to others? What determines how it will happen, by which cause reality will be wounded? It is not responsible for what has not happened yet, and the ultimate claim is accompanied by the confidence that what conforms to the rules of art will apply.
So you said yesterday. So it is today. Notice the voice of the abyss; it breaks into the nothingness to fulfill what remained empty, what was unwritten.
I am the one who sings what the word cannot grasp, carrying the voice to the place of judgment to give it to all. With you, it has happened as it was meant to happen, in due course, the arising of what it was intoned for. Gifted with all gifts other than those of the harvest. Hay to form the manger for the newly arrived. Who dares to step up to the cradle to see with what care the feast was prepared?
Time breaks out of eternity to prepare the way that will lead you, to sing in a few syllables what holds the truth, to say what still remains to be heard, incorporating itself unannounced into the emerging humanity.
Photo From Shaping Light, Laura Liska, 2025.
