Heal the One.
Heal the All.
My father liked to pun, so this is for him on Father’s Day! Ironically, he wasn’t a fan of Math, but he would appreciate this.
The Beautiful Equation
Sometimes you may feel separated,
As though not integral or
Just a mere fraction.
But you are the one sum.
There is no math better
Than your axioms.
If only you could be multiplied.
How much grander would the total be
And how much more logical the world.
You are a unique matrix, and
You shine with symmetry in your design.
You are your own beautiful equation.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Self-regard is essential for growth of love,
But ego can consume the soul of the one
And the soul of the all
If left to weed.
This is the time to tend the garden.
Let not rain to storm
Nor bounty to spoil
For the sake of self alone.
Fruit is to share, not squander.
One can’t tend the plants in hot sun
Wearing a crown.
A scepter makes a dull spade.
The garden can’t flourish
In the hands of the Shadow.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com