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
in his hands.