In Full Swing
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Touch the egg and it grows wings.
Morning deepens your animal soul.
Choir harmonies become light as cotton.
And from the unobstructed phoenix caves
comes the subtle bodies of light drifting
inside the hum of bees. Guided by bells
and unstruck chords, it’s time to steal
the pearl from under the dragon’s chin.
You’ve already fallen, now the knowledge
is yours. There is no sole factor in ascendency.
Everything is already in full swing.