Intro to Divinity

Think of yeast, the feast of reversal 

of the mathematical division problem.

Think of dividing as alarming. Multiply

to your heart's elbow room, don't

bother to broom away what is not 

understandable. Subtraction hurts 

the whole, making a hollow sound. 

Instead, add to your heart's impulse to add.

Think of burgeoning as prerequisite

to dividing the return to multiplication,

feeling safely backed up with imagined comfort

(no such thing). Allow yourself to guest host 

heaven as you invent it to taste. Think 

of the plasticity of the brain that rains down 

grace, that hypothetical state you tell yourself 

is nature, yours, mine, the fate of strangers. 

Think of eloquence in the sky (Yo, spirit!). 

If infinity brings on tremors, wait. Think of even-

ly broken parts that fit to form one thing.

A fling into the affordable kiss of strangers 

who hold you in their ever hospitable joined hearts. 

Think of yourself as that amazing spurt of glistening 

bravery you now own. Return the serve with 

a communion plate beneath your face, recite 

the lyrics to three in one. Think the call out 

to your spirit in the sunshine mirror. Be gobs macked 

by the sudden recollection of incessant innocence. 

Bride your way to the enclosure once a pulpit

spit shined to a fragrant and handmade extrasensory 

surprise of the flesh made soprano, alto, 

tenor, bass risen from the staves.