POETRY | NUMBERS GAME
NUMBER EIGHT
If you think about the number eight
Stepping outside the circle of seven
Cycle broken, new words spoken, never late
Eight is a humble glimpse of a piece of heaven
It is the age of the threshold of reason
When our childhood rushes past and we want to grow
Eight is a symbol of the cycle of seasons
Four plus four, The winds and corners we know
Let us celebrate the world of eight
as we meditate and we wait
One is our goal, two is our hope
Three is our family, four is the square
Five is our fingers touching
Six is coming to terms with who we are
Seven is longing to find our heaven and our rest
Eight is a search to culminate, to elevate, to attain our best