Play

The sign of God's presence is play.
Playfulness conceives Venus
in the star foam of the Father's loins.
Playful photons burst from Mother void.
Yet those who cannot play call it "chaos"
when hungry light cries from wombs of milk.
Through playfulness songs are born, dance arises.
Justice happens in the heart of play.
Play is the best economy, the best political reform.
The only program for racial equality is play,
and play is the soul of non-violence.
Through playfulness sex begins, tricking death.
The Rx for treating depression is play.
It costs nothing and its side-effects
are wonder, hugging, tears of celebration, popcorn. 
Let the random rooting of milkweed
and what mushrooms do underground,
let wind, cloud, kittens and tea
teach you to play.
Let nipple's flow, the gesture of snow,
sunlight in ice and the fire in old men
teach you to pray. Did I say pray?
That's Word play.
That's how Goddesses create the earth.