Blossoming Forever, by Radiance Angelina Petro

Blossoming Forever


Radiance Angelina Petro



At the end of the day, we are all

light-seekers.  In this world of seeming

and guessing, the impulse towards

ever-spring unfolds the flower of longing.


Only he knows the seasons of consciousness,

the inner purpose of flowers.  He aligns

seeds towards the sun as they sleep.


Darkness is the point of departure.

It is soul-changing, and he uses it

to encourage us to enter the struggle upwards.


Grain seeds found in Ancient Egypt grow.

No matter how long we sleep

he can wait forever for the celebration

of flowering.  Taking slow, simple, sips

of pure contentment, he watches us grow in his garden.


He knows all about withering, and the falling

of petals.  He knows pain determines

so much.  He knows winter comes, and so,

he turns his light into sweetness, and his voice

into warmth, and he cultivates within us a willingness

to accept surprises. Surprises, like, why-questions

suddenly unriddled, surprises, like the sky,

surprises, like eternity, surprises, like

blossoming forever

in his hands.






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