Sometimes, it’s important to verbalize what’s going on inside so that it can become real to myself or share it with trusted friends. Other times, it’s fine to leave things as whatever they are with no explanation.
Not only can mystery be an important component of art, it is also be a fine way to experience my own life. I can never know everything anyway. What I can do is connect with beauty. The cool thing about “beauty” is that it’s whatever I say it is. That’s why we have proverbs like “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
For me, sometimes beauty is pure bliss. Other times, it calls me into that sense of mystery that often lives at the core of my life. One such beautiful mystery is a poem by David Whyte that has called to some part at the center of me since I read it for the first time, years ago. I share the poem with you now without further explanation. Maybe it will invite you into your own mystery, too.