Something’s mystical about number three
Half of eight, not mathematically
Eight, being the sign
of infinity
— the never-ending-ness of eternity.
But back to three
My affinity
Perhaps life path number but
even before gleaning that to be so
‘Twas always the desire for threes — fulfilled by three of everything
Not too much, not too little —
Libra balanced
Three.
Remains hidden three of things desired, not shared
for fear of being casted
in a manmade mould, knowing
how many enjoy being the potter in clays they don’t own.
So just three
Bringing a harmony that comes from wisdom and clarity.
A knowing that now is better than past and future
The cocooning of the middle way — not too left, nor too right;
The fun of living through birth welcoming death
Peace — that we crave
Joy — how we experience
Love — what we came here to receive and share —
all three.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love