Back to the garden

Back to the garden, back to the source,
Back to the only desirable force
Love calls to witness all daughters and sons
Held in the infinite arms of the One.

Back to the forum, back to the ring,
Back to the pendulum’s perpetual swing
Drawing us closer, then drawing us back
In constant pull twixt fulfillment and lack.

Back to your body, back to your hands,
Back to your tango hearts’ fiery dance
Adding new stories to love’s random math
For God’s ridiculously long belly laugh.