The gentle face of evenness

Belong to he and she

Supported by a single rose

They meet in equality

They share the load

Through subtle hues

Of pinks and blues

Which blend respectfully

But don’t quite fuse

So not to lose

Their  individuality.

 

Linda, Studio E, London, 2006

 

 

 

A single central hand points skyward,

Neither one nor the other,

Showing the Way Beyond the twoness
of contrast.

Left/Right, Black/White,

All is in Balance

As the winged bull-lions

Contemplate each other

With steady gaze.

 

Melanie, Old Warden, 2.1.2014

 

 

 

 

And after death the soul escapes

To go to, who knows where?

The final judgement hast to take place

And earthly deeds stripped bare.

Two strange creatures wait below

As on the scale are weighed heart and feather

For they know that to enter the next world 

They must perfectly balance together.

Above the sun and moon encased

By the symbol of infinity

The red rose symbolises the loving heart

The white lily the feather of truth and purity.

And so the God and Goddess appear

In their hands they hold the scale

Smiling they open the gates to the eternal world

And greet the couple who did not fail.

 

London, 3.1.2014

 

We are one

Forever balanced

Belonging together

 

We are equal

Rose scented air

Transparently civilised

 

Reaching out we say

Burn the thorny cross of guilt

Sacrifice is harmony and dedication

For ever and ever

 

I put a spell on you…

 

Ursula D., London, 2014

 

 

 

Libra

 

Today is Friday, and I say hello to Freya,

 

Catch sight of her playing with two cats,

 

Watch her glint like gold in the Winter sun;

 

She walks with her pigs into woodland.

 

 

This Autumn I collected the last of the apples.

 

I stored them in the rafters and now I sit,

 

Sniffing the sweet air up in the roofspace.

 

These are your gifts, Freya: your magic fruit.

 

 

You hold out two apples from the crop,

 

One yellow, one red: must I choose?

 

You balance air and fire in your body,

 

You are peace, you are passion, you are whole.

 

 

And yet Freya yearns for her brother,

 

Her lovely twin. I bite into a perfect red apple;

 

Freya's magic heals our lonely mortal skin.

 

Sophie Juneau, January 3rd, 2014

 

 

 

The grey swirl

clarifies

into the black and white floor.

 

The squares alternate

in a pleasing and reassuring way.

 

Mind finds heart

feather-light

And heart finds mind

graciously.

 

All is a perfect exchange

between

differentiated opposites.

 

Love and wisdom flourish

in beauty and symmetry.

 

Melanie, Old Warden, 2.1.2016

 

 

Hathor and Thoth

 

Are joined above and so they are below

 

As forces mingle night and light

 

The feather meets the heart just right

 

When dark is day in even keel

 

The everlasting shall reveal

 

The inner truth

 

The red the black the white

                                                                      

                                                                         Kim S., Phoenix AZ, 2.1.2020

 

 

Carefully spacious, mindful of consequence

Cool and distanced, measured separation

Thoughtful detachment, equal but different

Lonely beings, longing

for featherlight touch

Jacqueline, 3.1.2021, online

 

 

 

Libra 

 

and all may be divided in two parts

 

and then balanced in scales of Libra. 

 

Hathor to Anubis,  

 

Moon to Sun, forever,

 

Female to Male

 

She Sphinx,  He Sphinx,

 

White to Black

 

and Rose to Lilly. 

 

But it is most of all:  

 

Venus to Saturn.    

 

 

Sarah Fuhro  

 

January 6, 2022.  One year after the Capitol building was invaded and
no defense was made.    The Scales of Justice were blinded.