Above Everything, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

Above Everything

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro

(Using words and phrases both of my own

and from the book, “How to Study,” by Arthur Kornhause, pub. 1924)




Above everything

shift your position

from time to time.


Picture yourself

clearly.  Raise questions.

You might simply ask

yourself: “What is the essence

of what I want?”


Talk to yourself,

think around, draw

diagrams, feel

the intensity

of your desire.


What does this

light throw,

and on what?


Hold yourself to the work.

Your ability to play

is the important thing,

so is the gradual movement

towards the unexpected.


Be flexible enough

to make the necessary

revisions.  Acknowledge

frankly the consequences.


There is no controlling

the world about us, there are

interferences and irritations,

there will be moments

of perplexity.


So then, discover

pleasures and fascinations,

become absorbed

in some joy. Be your own

secret door.


There will be

things left undone,

you might feel pressed

for time, but there will be


delicious idiosyncrasies

in your thinking

and learning

that will be oblivious

to everyone else

except you. And you might feel

wonderfully mischievous

and smile.


Be ready to believe in variations

and embellishments,

and possibilities of ever new

thrilling blessings rising

from your body.


Once you get yourself

well started, remember

bliss is viable, and

as you change patterns and ways

of self-recitations:

be clear about this:


wonder does wonders.



We Found Ourselves, a Collage Poem, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

We Found Ourselves

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro

(Using words and phrases from the book, “The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism,”

by Henry Corbin, 1962, 1971, in addition to my own.)



We found ourselves following the presence,

the insatiable object and secret of all—

the sun of the heart.


We went together, surrendering

the cartographic, the decipherable.

We moved through luminous darkness,

following the black light

through a region without any coordinates


until we came to a field of light,

and we gave birth to ourselves,

to a thousand theophanies

of every grain of wheat,

of every waving, ray of light

shedding in all directions,


where the ascensional

descended to the very place

where we stood, hand in hand,

orientated in time,

cherishing the earth of it all.




Irresistible Reassurances, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro, Arranged from the Beautiful Words of the Beautiful Suzanne Snyder

Irresistible Reassurances

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro

Arranged from the Beautiful Words of the Beautiful Suzanne Snyder




In a hammock behind the frog pond,

I’ve just made magical thoughts.

I’m coming back around to moments,


and feeling/sensing myself

and my surroundings

and letting myself notice: I am.


Gratefully. And it feels so good

to curate that experience,

with such intensity

I find myself wanting more,

and being as decadent as possible

with the wanting more—


for wanting is OK in meditation,

and in wanting still more.


Just because I’m quiet

it doesn’t mean my head is empty.

I am finding joy somewhere–

Here—I am taking peace in whatever form it comes.


Today, I found frogs and so many

pretty purple growing things (Yes—

that’s heaven), I listened

to their beautiful languages–

they all speak

with such excitement—giving me

way too many paragraphs

than I asked for—

but every sentence they speak

rings a chord in my soul–

irresistible reassurances

of how worthy I am,

and I wouldn’t change a thing.














The Habit of Thinking Light, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro, From Words by Sam Lilley, from his book, “Discovering Relatively for Yourself,”

The Habit of Thinking Light

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro

From words by Sam Lilley, from his book,

“Discovering Relatively for Yourself,” published 1981, with a few words by me



Light behaves in many ways.

It is a steady motion

full of fruitful suggestions—

some of them far more subtle

than others—but for all of them

the conclusion is clear:


We move through light.


And it’s all happening in outer space—

it’s an everyday experience

and a startling idea, with many

radiations intuiting the absurdity

of how the edges move,

of how we are traveling

towards the right and good,

with many little kindnesses

becoming the habit of thinking light.


The upshot of it all:

we are love’s out and back journeys,

we are not impossible conclusions,

we are instantaneous events

occupying small intervals of time,

imagining things in new ways,

we are dilations of light,

reaching towards the kind of together

where we surprise one another

with messages of hope coming directly

from the first flash of love and wanting,

that still carry us to somewhere,

to here.



In Love Play, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

In Love Play

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro


(Using words and phrases from the Kama Sutra, translated by Alain Danielou; along with my own words and phrases).



One must put up with risks,

but there are benefits—such as paradise.


Time awakens that which sleeps—

that which is born of the sun.


When we enter the house of the soul

we will think we have entered a theater.


We must keep our aims in mind:

the whirl of pleasure,

the love play,

the kissing, biting, scratching,

the offering of ourselves to one another

as mangoes open for the eating.


Without being parsimonious of time,

let our amorous dalliance go journeying through flowery arbors

(love is easy in gardens on carpets of flowers).


Just as fire burns the dead, our doubts are consumed

in flames of our own making.


Let us manifest the invisible;

Let us float in eternity—a full-blown lotus.


Creation is born when hearts drum;

When vivid-sandalwood-scented answers embellish the night.


Let us mark the sacred signs on each other’s brow,

for love is not learned alone.



When We Delight, A Collage Poem, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

When We Delight

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro


(Using words and phrases found in the book, The Art Spirit, by Robert Henri, published, 1923, along with my own words and phrases.)



Things overlap as memories

carrying one another

to other revelations

of ourselves.



a triangle is moving towards us—

a passageway into rooms where we see beyond

the usual, where forms reorganize themselves

in infinite simplicity.


There are echoes everywhere

of the song within us—

marvel at it—joyous and clear—

the sense of all contained.

Into these rooms we carry what we know.


But we are not here to do what has already been done.

There are still more pages possible.


Even though our souls ring cracked—

we must tell of our trip around beauty,

we must tell of our wonderful drifting in and out

of the crowds, where dancers appear

perhaps as surprised to see us

as we are of them.


There is value in such revelations—

of being sketch-hunters of the least parts.

There are openings everywhere

when we delight in the constant hatchings.

We are moments of sky.

Nothing exists for itself.



The Song of Songs, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

The Song of Songs

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro


(Using words and phrases from the book: “Violin Playing as I Teach It,” by Leopold Auer, published 1921, arranged and blended with my own words and phrases).



In case you find yourself aware

(there is nothing trifling about that—

nothing beyond question)

of the delicate sense of proportion

joining you with the eternal

vibrato of the soul,


allow yourself to be

carried away by the unexpected

burst of joyous sonority.

You will be unable to resist

the calling forth a tone

that holds and unfolds

all that is good.


Your whole body is song.

Sing for the sheer pleasure

of who you are.


Transpose as you see fit,

catch the reflections of resonances

falling and rising sometimes round,

full, sonorous; sometimes almost

imagined in the necessary silences

woven with the portamento

merging all songs together.


A virtuoso exists for music,

and you were born from tones spun

from the song of songs,

making you a bridge of octaves and keys

connecting the ground

of long experiences

passed soul to soul

for the good of all.





Taste Yourself, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

Taste Yourself

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro


Using words and phrases rearranged from, “Sex for One: The Joy of Self-Loving,” by Betty Dobson, PHD, combined with my own words and phrases.




Gather yourself

even though

you were taught to hide.


Let pleasure beget pleasure.


See the joyous windmills

whirl in the hedonistic heaven

where you belong–honest

to goodness.


Embellish the valentine cunt,

the sacred, wing-shrouded clitoris

with your own spit,

do fieldwork across your body,

remember the peripheries,

remember your nipples

are pebbles in the moon-

dappled waters of your soul–

feel the vibrator’s hum.


There are infinite delights

in the divine preorgasmic madness

shaking through your legs.


Through the happy little orgasms

laughing with you—go ahead—

unravel yourself—


shout your life-affirming coming

across America, across repression,

across what was written by men,

across what was taught

at home and church–go ahead—

taste yourself—

this is the gospel of truth.



Set Forth in Such a Way, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina

Set Forth in Such a Way,

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina

(Using words and phrases arranged from the book, Piano Tuning, by J. Cree Fischer, pub. 1907,

with a few added by me)



Set forth in such a way

as to charm the soul.

Along these lines–slow,

and uncertain, soft and loud,

bridges communicate just

what you are fitted for.


Plod among the thousands.

Strike the common chord.

Notice how it sustains itself in the air.


Let it be in balance, extending hearty

and strong, through the inevitable

inferences of trees and mountains.

Let it simply lift and go beyond yourself.


Notice how difficult it is to produce

something that has never existed,

and yet, you do it anyway.


Place yourself within want, and then,

Sing your own fulfillment as you fall

entirely back to resting position.







Extol Your Own Glory, A Collage Poem, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

Extol Your Own Glory

A Collage Poem


Jennifer Angelina Petro



Let whatever be the path

be the path.

One may wander a long time

for the good of the world.


Arise from conviction, full power,

steadfast—beguile the doubts—

smear their foreheads with red saffron.


The core of everything,

the bliss of the self,

the spark of goodness encircled by bees—

these are undivided in the divine madness

of your desire to taste the soul.


Killing and death are everywhere.

The tusk of the boar is near.

Extol your own glory,

be the proof of the wish,

enjoy the sweetness,

forsake no one.

The dust of your holy feet

rises as you go.





Using words and phrases found in the book: “The Thousand Names of the Divine Mother,” by Sri Lalita Sahasranama, along with my own.