Hymn
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
Through every gate angels spread in descending curves and wild delight–
bringing quickenings and seeds of roses.
Ananda! Ananda! Ananda!
The innermost is now outermost, as the Great Imaginatrix
brings her absurdities of joy and a thousand reassurances,
and elaborations of flowers and bliss.
The intuitive swinging of branches to-and-fro, says it all—
this ecstasy, this immediacy of music is for you. Ananda!
All heartbeats are given, and everything is the source of everything,
and everything is amenable to desire.
And the magic of farming, and the magic of bridges
surprises even all of heaven.
And pre-cum is adorable, and sweat initiatory, and everything
is kin to the lion and the lamb.
And every eagle and pelican, salamander and frog, every manta ray
and cuttlefish—shatters chains of thoughts.
And while the ax is ever-present, so are seeds of roses,
and contingencies of sweetness, and Saraswati strums the vina,
and the outermost is innermost, and mountains are faithful,
and rebirths too, and all things incline towards unison.
Ananda! Ananda! Ananda!
Angels are here! Angels are here! Angels are here dancing among us.