Sometimes I think
the theory to everything
is not String-theory,
or M-theory,
or gravity
repelled by electromagnetism,
but love.

A single particle
takes up search;
the universe its garden.
An unnamed attraction
sparks its charge.
It bends and warps space
as it ricochets through the universe.
Overcoming many permutations
deteriorations
annihilations
combinations
resuscitations
until it finally rests within
that little nook.
Like lips to a throat;
a gentle embrace;
a sweet smile;
a heart beat…
against heart beat.

Along the way
the particle waves;
happiness.
sadness,
longing,
dreaming,
screaming,
reaching.
Always reaching for its destination;
reverberating,
humming,
beating in harmony
to the tune of infinity;
just endless love.

© 2005 Sara Coslett