The moon is most happyWhen it is full.
And the sun always looks
Like a perfectly minted gold coin
That was just Polished
And placed in flight
By God's playful Kiss.
And so many varieties of fruit
Hang plump and round
From branches that seem like a Sculptor's hands.
I see the beautiful curve of a pregnant belly
Shaped by a soul within,
And the Earth itself,
And the planets and the Spheres--
I have gotten the hint:
There is something about circles
The Beloved likes.
Within the Circle of a Perfect One
There is an Infinite Community
something about circles