In the secret symmetry of your soul

To be honest, I have no idea what this means.

Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.

Yet, I do know that poetry isn’t about understanding, at least not in terms of rational sense-making or knowledge.

So I walked around the lake and let the valley speak to me.

And here’s what I heard.

That all of life is a cycle of births and deaths, beginnings and endings. The regenerative flow of holding on and letting go.

And that this is not a meticulously calculated balance. Because this kind of balance is only found in movement.

So with our soul. It is not static.

What did you hear as you walked with these words?

And is this asking something of you?

Pause. See differently. Re-story…

~ this is the penultimate verse in John O’Donohue’s blessing ‘For Presence’. Find the whole poem here .