And thus the Lord created Adam and furnished unto him Eden And Adam plucked the fruit too early And, lo, Adam was dismayed and he called unto the Lord “Lord, why hath thou forsaken me? “I have tasted of your fruit and have found it hard and bitter.” The Lord saw before Him the morning of His Glory — Perfection in every blade of grass, every seed, and every hair on Adam’s head. And the Light of God’s Grin shown upon Adam “Adam, it is your own fashioning. “And I assure you: there is not a bad thing in Eden, not even your fashioning.”
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I sought and sought until it all became Hocus Pocus; then I realized it always was.
Abracadabra
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A mountain of blue-gray looms over the dark horizon bouyed by a soft expanse of pink and the delicate, ruddy strip of peaceful, glowering foothills
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My poppy wildflowers recklessly bloom An enthralling spread rushes past the ego and quickly covers all patches of hate and sin is a needless worry of the past.
Myself
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Rollicking lilting: an unseen young woman’s chortle haunts my ears. Angelic chuckling softens my heart. Occasionally, in a swooning despair, I lean out the window to blindly seek her face, the fount, only to be splashed with a fresh outpouring of cherubic mirth. Assured, languid, bright, content — all I’ve wanted to experience in a woman. Intermittent eternal trumpet of joy — tittering with gusto — driving me up to heaven.
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Unenlightened, I am still washing dishes and harvesting bamboo and I still carry the woman I helped across the river in my heart.
Sage Advice
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Taut vines now sway lolling in the breeze weeping with joy
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Bless this beautiful mess
Self Love
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had I only known, I would have yielded my beauty
innocent regret
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Others put on dressy lies. Your style is ready-to-wear for a palace.