Before The Fall

In the Garden of Eden,
Before the fall,
Everyday was a reason,
For a musical...

 

A symphony of harps,
So sweetly was sounding.
            Each human heart,              

               ferociously pounding.              

  From their Adam’s Apple,
They’d harmoniously sing.
They stood like statues,
And moved like the wind.

They inhabited deep,
In the heart of the forest.
All was complete,
As their souls were nourished.

Free from all why’s,
Free from all questions,
Their piercing eyes,
Would make a connection.

"Whoa, what is this?
Could it be true?"
Eternal bliss,
Was all that they knew?

The scent of the petals,
To Eve & Adam,
Sent them in a perpetual,
Orgasm.

Small things meant so much,
The fruits were divine.
A single human touch,
Sent waves down their spine.

The innocent children,
Would play in the mud.
The simplicity filled them,
With overflowing love.

There were no dangers,
No need to control,
Nor were there strangers,
Just united souls.

Their experience was godly,
Love was their intention.
Their heavenly bodies,
Stood in a physical dimension.

Light beings of energy,
With the sun in their bellies.
This cellular memory,
So deeply embedded.