Bound by Fire, by Radiance Angelina Petro

Bound by Fire


Radiance Angelina Petro



Somehow, he made time to give darshan

to the mountains. Somehow everywhere

he created fountains and flowers.


Somehow, he follows my long wanderings

for I rarely stick to the road, and somehow

I am never fully lost.  Somehow, he calms

the motely crowd of my thoughts.


Even with my doddering efforts

he immerses my life in eternity’s extravagance.

He enters into conversation with my darkness

and suggests the beautiful.  His love

drives me out of the cave of my desires,

his touch is lightsome and tender,

his voice the beginning of the passageway

to surging amazement.


“The rose unfurls from a still center,” he says,

“live into our being drawn together,

into being bound to the fire of my love for you.”






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