Tif’eret, the sixth
The trunk, or heart of the tree.
Beauty and Harmony.
Consciousness seeing its own reflection.
The bridge between
Above and Below.
Aren’t we funny creatures?
Playing this game of life.
Sometimes, evolving without limits,
Sometimes fragile, broken and corrupt.
What does wisdom look like
Without respect for our leaders
Or attention left to hold to our values?
Beauty still shines her face.
Harmony sings us toward balance.
Resilient life, bursting through
Revealing our imperfection and limits.
Can you get a glimpse of yourself yet,