Eden In The Wilderness

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.