As oceans, deserts, rivers, and forests move

with the spinning bodies, sounding hearts,

surfacing eyes and searching wings of love;

and the one and many, whole and parts,

touch to blend, to marry in their own time,

moving all movings' rhyme:

your two waiting hearts spin together, bring

warmth and emptiness, heaviness and the full,

cold and the light. You hear longest echoes ring

again; you hear how each lunging particle

rocks in a surging lull,

ringing, ready, certain to move with love,

salt and sweet and spiralling open worlds,

holding, braided, careful, the voices of

desire and honor. Reach for your unfurled

openness to rock through the earth again, to come,

new and empty, among

every creature. Then keep a steady song,

sounding the ways that marriage, compassion's tool,

rough strong teacher of joy, right-gathering wrong,

oldest puzzle, simple yet tangled rule,

moves, in each molecule.

From Calendars