SYMMETRY

WORDS LIKE LIGHT

Monday, July 18, 2022

As the years have passed, I have slowly been able to see more of the marvelous symmetry that seems to be everywhere. Even in the midst of worries and fears, it sometimes comes to me that a lovely equilibrium exists among those worries and fears and nearby joys and delights, like they’re all nicely balanced as they prance in partnership along life’s roads. There’s a wonderful regularity in sunrises and sunsets, and I see more and more of that kind of orderliness in all the moments of my days – the way anxieties seem to be friendly with calmness, the way confusion seems to hold hands with wisdom, the way boredom can quietly open the door to curiosity. I guess I just have to watch life more attentively to see the harmonious evenness of everything. The universe, of which I am a part, is a dancer that always exhibits the power of concord and coordination. Today, perhaps, I will see – and feel – that continuous, well-balanced dancing, the symmetry that’s secretly shining everywhere.

THERE WAS NO STRUGGLE ONE DAY

One day, in one small town, there 
was no struggle. Stillness showed 
its power hour after hour, and all 
behavior was like holiday play. Even 
sorrow was a stream you could float on, 
and disappointment was somehow sweet, 
like lemonade. All actions showed symmetry – 
bumps and stumbles waltzing smoothly 
with successes, and illness lying in 
the arms of health like familiar friends. 
People walked barefoot over difficulties, 
breakfast was served at the dawn of 
any dejection, and fear was serenaded 
like a safe and playful friend. Outsiders
stared and stood in line to visit.

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Below, some lovely day-lilies from Delycia’s garden …