Beyond the forbidden fruit
There is the sweet taste of love.
Beyond the taste of love there is exile.
All that is satanic desires estrangement, desires separation.
Segmented verses that float and flow
Through the weft and warp
of our imaginal worlds –
worlds darkly contoured in fire and flame,
and we suck at their seams to spew our own –
A rush to die and dream
Our dreams of Promethean holiness;
But God’s exile was ordained
long before the forgetfulness of the forbidden fruit;
long before the fire of the ego proclaimed its superiority over clay;
Long before one imagined world
proclaimed its superiority over another inspired;
Long before Prometheus stole the fire of the gods.
And so Adam prayed for the presence of Eve…
And Eve prayed for the presence of Adam…
A prayer that yearned for Union
United in the singularity of a single essence.
And the prayer became presence.
Upon a mount called Mercy
Upon a plain of wisdom sanctified,
the womb of All was honoured
So that All might come to know one another
In a symphony of harmony and grace;
A symphony that celebrated the sacred origins of all things;
A symphony that celebrated Allah…
the common origin of All