Three strings of melody
Breathed as one—
A trinity of tones,
High, higher, and wave-line hum.
They spoke—
In symbols and sight:
The painted eye of Horus,
The tree of life born upside down
From a sacred womb,
Our universe inside a serpent’s eye.
Then the number Four—
The fourth point drawn,
Joining three to make a square.
The Meaning of Four
Four is the door that anchors the skies,
The frame of the truth that never lies.
From one came two, from two came three,
But four is the shape that sets matter free.
It is earth, the ground, the steady floor,
The pillar that holds the eternal core.
It takes the triangle’s burning flame,
And builds a house to bear its name.
Four corners mark the sacred square,
A temple standing in the air.
North and south, east and west,
Four is the heart where the soul finds rest.
It is the season’s turning wheel,
Spring’s first breath, and winter’s seal.
Four moons guide the growing tide,
Four winds whisper where spirits hide.
Without the fourth, the three will spin,
A song unfinished, a race not won.
But add the point, the work is done—
Heaven descends, and earth becomes one.
So when the fourth arrived to me,
It drew the square for all to see—
Joining the points that danced before,
Opening the long-forgotten door.
