Eve

I was young, in a beautiful garden.

Then I fell into disgrace.

I had a father who claimed

I never had a mother!

He said he made Me

from a man’s rib,

to be a silent wife.

I knew that was a lie!

I knew I came from the womb of love,

the universal Mother of all.

Maybe he wasn’t My father after all.

(He said he was too pure for sex!)

He said he had loved Me

until I was disobedient.

(I ate an apple from the tree of life.

I became a womban,

a good little girl no longer.)

Did he ever really love Me,

or was that just another lie?

I knew that someone

disrespected My body and My sex.

I had a daughter, who was stolen from Me.

I believe she will find Me (Noria!)

and reclaim Me as her mother.

I had a friend once, a snake

who taught Me things, who never lied to Me.

Her eyes were mirrors, mandalas.

I gazed into them and saw Myself whole,

pregnant with possibilities.

And what about Lillith?

I had a sister once,

and She was taken from Me.

She was the first to disobey.

In My dreams,

She visits Me, a fearless shadow.

She tells Me to be unashamed, courageous.

She tells Me there is nothing to fear,

to trust in the cycles of renewal

that dance in all things.

She tells Me I never lost the Garden,

that I Am the Tree of Life,

and the Garden

is inviolate within Me.

She urges Me to recreate

the Garden on earth,

to assert My virginal power,

My authority as Mother of All.

Adam? He’s off on a quest,

looking for his father,

and finding only money,

waste and violence.

When he comes back,

I have a few questions for him!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018