I eat the fruit that groweth
In the middle of the garden—
The fruit that is forbidden—
Hoping God, my soul, will pardon,
For I have heard sweet whispers
That such fruit can bend the mind,
Giving wisdom to young poets
Who would seek, in hope to find.
I sit beneath that tree that giveth
Light, by way of fruit,
My body swells with the breath of life—
The Universal Root.
A light begins to softly shine
Amidst the canopy,
My dream begins to crumble
In a stirring fantasy.
Heaven’s voices glory sing,
As wisdom now becomes me.
At home I am within the warm
Embrace of She who loves me.
I twist and wind down every root
Within my aching soul,
As tears are streaming from my eyes
I yield all control.
Another breath, a warm embrace,
My Mother lets me fall.
Great darkness now surrounds me
As I drift beyond the wall.
As, desert sands, I wander, I know
Aching grief and sadness,
I feel the pains of all the world
In a wild and transient madness.
But as my soul is crushed beneath this
Weight not one can bear,
I find great solace in the words
That come to me in prayer;
“My Son, find comfort in me,
For ye’ve yet to shine thy light,
And lest thou now reflect Me
Thou wilt never know My might.
So listen, look and wonder,
Ask and think and feel,
For the Sun will soon be rising
And will, all the world, reveal.”
My soul now glows translucent,
I reflect the morning Sun
It fills my heart with gladness for
My day has just begun.