Return of the Snake

It was a known fact in Ancient Rome,

About the gardens long before, in Ancient Greece,

In the primal orchards, where the golden apples were grown,

That there were serpents that guarded the trees,

And there were women who went there to feed them.

And is this where all the trouble came from?

Another ancient culture with an Adam, an Eve,

A tree in a garden, and a snake,

And a story of how the perspective of duality was born,

How the woman came to be equipped to see the difference between 

Good and Evil?

But what was the knowledge that existed before then?

Was it an innocent, undifferentiating intelligence?

Was this the truth behind the fall of man,

That recognizing the differences would bring eternal bondage?

And if so what could bring the liberty we now seek?

What will bring a cease fire to the war we feel inside,

As the never ending quest, the pursuit of happiness,

As if it is only that or sadness we have to choose from?

What will it mean, what will it take 

To regain that peace? Could it simply be

The return to knowing undifferentiatedly?

To forget the labels, the divisions, the partial segmented intellect,

And return to the primal garden of our mind to where 

The golden apples grow,

Embody the existence of the sages who know 

That the trees, the apples, the women, the men, the snakes,

Are all parts of one great unity,

That we never walk alone, 

That we are not the prodigals, as we love to claim to be,

But more like the older siblings of the prodigal son,

And therefore, accordingly, all things are already ours,

That all things are already a harmoniously One, Oneness,

All the time, and all we have to do is 

Drop all of our nonsense and identify with it?

-jenn

(…dropping the nonsense would be the most difficult part… 😂)