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THE PERFECT WHOLE


The many sub - entities within this whole,

Balance each other as we all know.

But at the top there is just one single,

All through the others it does mingle.

The brain; so to say; it passes through,

To educate those balancing few.

The hidden mate on which it connects,

Is something not written in any texts.

It's invisible and a perfect sphere,

That encloses sub-like reflective mirrors.

And the brain passing through has a mate,

Complementing the circle debate.

So if I am the Universal Queen,

Surrounding everything in between;

Then which of them is the one I choose?

Since the Scholar is all; don't get confused.

It seems I cannot pick but one,

For that does not complete the sum.

If we are to be the perfect whole,

And I am the Queen as you now know.

Then with the Scholar I shall sing,

My other choice will be the King.

 

~Yvonne Renee Moore

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