Riding home I saw the world spinning into me

Riding home I saw the world spinning into me
When I breathed in, it spun faster and faster
Like my tires rotating when I hit the accelerator hard
The earth looked beautiful spinning through the vast space of the
insides of me
I welcomed it and it moved in me so fast
Like a ball thrown with great force
Or like a boomerang returning to its source; the hand . . . the arm . . .
the intention of go and return
Dear sweet Earth
All the dreams you dream everyday
Living and spinning inside of me in that way
What a love affair beyond compare
What a secret to share