The body is an instrument that air and water wind their way through.

The love between the body and the spirit is the same as the piper and the flute. their weaving a tangle of realms.

Air through the flute is the soul’s lightness, and its unknowable weight.

It speaks, “How dare the body contain me!” It speaks, “Thank you, thank you, body. For this home, this sweetness.”

Thank you, thank you. Drink, drink, drink, drink.

For you I will expand to hold even more of all the earth and sky. I will rule this kingdom, and also be ruled by it.

It is the way of nature.

The sting is loyally perched above the scorpion. My tongue is tethered inside of my head.

And so what I thought was lost when I banished commandments has truly stayed. Worship does not go away.

But now the butterfly, now the ripe tomato. Millions of tiny gods in an earthly garden.