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.”