I would rain love letters
into this Universe
but, once started,
how could such love expressed
ever warmly end
with grateful sufficiency?
Grace unfolding within each well-placed letter
forming welcoming word families
drawn into long healthy and love-filling sentences
recomposing polypathic paragraphs,
regimes of synergizing thought
directed to Other EcoUniversities;
Universalities of which I love EgoPart.
My love letters,
sentences in and to all universal regimes
fill with questions
often ending in my own hoped answers.
“How are you, handsome?”
“When are you not, beautiful?”
Earth’s beauty has Her own internal purposes,
secular idolatries and sacred loves,
from lust and greed
through WinWin Wonder
and collateral Awe,
ecstasy in EarthSoul Paradise,
neighborhood sit sites,
day through dualdark unregimented nights.