At the root of it all is love, my heart!

Burrow through bone marrow,

behind the eyes, beyond the mind

and the furnaces of beginnings

to magnetic cores, quintessences

of worlds without and within

each eternal instant-now:

 - genomes and galactic rims,

and there it still is, homely and intimate

closer than the jugular,

an endlessly brimming well-spring

of comforting presence and sapience;

something ineffably knowing, personal

resident in every breath and living thing.