In the Garden

The Garden, as well as having many flowers
Has twists and turns to hidden traps and treasures.
Being here  feels as if I linger on the edge of one world to another,
Whispers in mystic tongues call for me.

The thick savory smell of the earth surrounds me
And then as if waking from a dream, my senses are poised
To the sharp sweet scent of the blossomed fruit,
So ripe it has fallen to the ground and has already begun
To mingle with the earth.

Gold light trickles down my back as my fingers
Snatch at roots and leaves, am I searching for
The forgotten friend, the divine seed, something else, within me.
Into the undergrowth it recoils, so long since the sun
Danced upon its skin, its snake like eyes watch me in the Garden,
Will it choose to betray this child of Eden?

No. I grab at it again, I hold on tight,
I can now taste its blood in my mouth.
The ultimate internal battle we all must face.
Right now is writhing in my hands.

Life, death, rebirth.
The choice, the sacrifice, the truth.
These new senses and emotions had gone
Beyond the incomprehensible
Of this child of the Garden.

The snake takes me in its grasp, to the absolute
Core of my essence. I am falling into the ground beneath my feet,
As I realize that nothing is really solid, it is all forever changing,
Fluid like thought.
And there the only battlefield that actually exists is one
On a plain of my mind. There is no ultimate judge but myself,
And on Gods sacred thrown,
A mirror reflects the universe
And the endless cycles of the Great Mystery.