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
Linda, Studio E, London, 2006
A single central hand points skyward,
Neither one nor the other,
Showing the Way Beyond the twoness
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.
We are one
We are equal
Rose scented air
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
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