The Most Beautiful Place
O Most beautiful of places
like a whisper
read me ...if you read me...in hushed tones
"Lace and fineness"
not for me
Sweet salty sea and a sand colored shore
the lines are long ...slender ... smooth ...an ever horizon upon which I rise
the hills and valleys are silken paleness sheened by light
a channel runs down the middle
to a small perfect fount
into which I dip my spirit and am purified
baptized...cleansed of all earthly things
I rest ...but for a moment
for there is a mysterious forest beyond
plush... warm and verdant
and beyond that... lies the source of all evil ...and good
I am Eve
I am the garden...
and you are my soul's seed ...the forbidden apple that awakens
I am the ocean
...come to rock me
you turn me from stone to ice...from ice to rain...from rain to river...from river to sea...from sea to light...from light to dark...from dark
to illuminati
that I may forever rise and rise again upon your perfect pale shore
and come to understand...the true value of all things
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