Eden In The Wilderness
© Surazeus
2025 12 02

She asks me if I know how stars are born,
but when I show her diamond of my heart
she laughs and gives me apple from the sun,
then she explains to me the arcane plot
by which stars spiral out from the God Eye
to generate virtual Earth in our brains.

We hold hands with responsible respect
and walk along the river of our hearts
to measure grace of flower-petal curves
expressed by straight equation sliding tight
through undulating matrix of concern
that spools eccentric chaos with twirled threads.

We lounge beneath bough of the apple tree
to share insights with nature metaphors
on primal spark that causes things to grow
from blueprint seeds that preserve secret goals
for which we humans must invent strange roles
no gods have ever played on stage of fate.

She tells me grasping hands of hungry roots
transform dirt of the Earth to juicy fruit
that fills our bodies with light of the sun
as pure immortal soul of energy
which animates our bodies with intent
so we respect all life with gentle words.

We dig holes in the Earth to plant fruit seeds,
then nourish sprouts with water from the lake
cupped in careful attention of our hands
to organize chaos of aggressive plants
in strict cohesion of assertive rows
as we build Eden in the wilderness.

Strange memories for ancient ways of life
project bright visions on library wall
while I read chronicles of human lore
to comprehend our endless quest to live
by assembling food-production machines
through more efficient means of molding light.

I remember six thousand years ago
when we first see with awed surprise of love
herds of horses galloping along rivers,
their manes and long tails fluttering in the wind,
and how we offer apples of our hearts
as we caress their necks with calming hum.

Together on horseback we conquered Earth,
uniting far-flung farms and merchant towns
in vast empires from sea to shining sea,
but now we drive fast piston-engine cars
and leave our old friends grazing in small fields,
no more lush Eden in the wilderness.

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Orpheus charges admission at the gates of Eden for tourists who take photographs in paradise where Adam and Eve once dwelled in connubial bliss.

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