Seven Little Poems of Desire
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
When beginning—sing. Testify
to a hidden residence. Let the sensibilities
of the imagination arrange the details, and join them.
It all necessitates a conscious start. Turn a little
to the side—it’s there. Narrow your focus. Rise and practice,
rise and practice, and never stop singing.
***
One must put up with risks.
But there are benefits—such as
paradise. Time awakens that
which sleeps, that which is born
of the sun, and light rises, goes
beyond the skin, and from then on
it is all forward–all breakthroughs,
all tender departures.
***
The moon reaches down, lifts the water,
scales of fish carry petals of the sun,
the frog has a jewel between its eyes,
deer move together leaving no hoof prints
in the grass, moths slip their orbit of longing
and their wings catch fire, the child paints circles
with her fingers and then follows them inside
towards home.
***
Love finds you just as morning finds you,
just as the sky finds the fledgling’s wings,
and every wave finds the shore,
and washes every shell, and collects them
in the infinite folds of its memory,
and returns them to the sea where they belong.
***
Try not to sleep against the day. The living
awakening will find you and carry you in its pockets.
The unavoidable storms will shake
the foundations of your life, and when all
is said and done, you will be placed
in the ground, like a seed in the sweetest
darkness of being eternally found.
***
The innermost is now outermost,
as the Great Imaginatrix brings
her absurdities of joy and a thousand
reassurances, and elaborations
of quickenings, and seeds of roses.
The intuitive swinging of branches
to-and-fro, says it all—this ecstasy,
this immediacy–is for you.
***
My soul rings cracked. Here is the marvel:
beyond the narrow cast of reason
there are no margins to love’s mercy,
there are no hidden meanings
when the necessary darkness says: “Follow me,
and your soul will ring true again.”