The ancient symbol
Had meanings unknown to me
As I drew it on the page.
Two of them
One atop the other
They joined in perfect balance.
Drawing number 22.
In color and feel.
They felt like me somehow;
A balance of the two forces
Feminine on the top
Masculine supporting below
They echoed an earlier drawing of two merkaba
That I had originally used to do my readings
I would place myself in one and
Invite the person I would read into the other.
This worked for a long time
And then, while doing a reading for my brother
The merkabas broke apart.
I thought they were ruined.
But I was just growing into something new.
The words came later
Representing my values
After I decided to tattoo them onto my arms
As a reminder of my own balance
The overlap meets at love and truth.
The colors are important
Gold upward triangle
Pink downward triangle
Red in the center.
Balanced through healing and unconditional love
Centered around my family and ancestors
Purple upward triangle
Turquoise downward triangle
Green in the center.
Balanced through spirit and evolving.
Centered around community.
This morning I pulled my sleeve down
to hide the star on my arm
While walking my dog through my own neighborhood
As a truck drove past
Stereotypically looking like a Trump supporter
One day after another mass shooting
That had been racial.
I was remembering taking off my sweater in the city once
Driving on a hot day
Stuck in traffic
My arm out the window
The man in the car next to me greeted me with
I realized he must have thought I was Jewish.
Sharing a wish for Peace.
There are so many who wouldn’t be able
To hide their difference
Just by puling down their sleeve.
The symbol is older than its use by Judaism
It was considered the Seal of Solomon.
The triangles are interlaced,
Giving it a 3 dimensional appearance
Made of brass and iron
And used to seal written commands
To good and evil spirits.
And as protection against demons.
My stars are interlaced.