I walked out of the Garden alone, no moon light left on.
Abel’s toil and Cain’s trouble were far behind, I walked on.
In the sun, I burned, in the wastes, I starved, soil is hard to til.
Adam died early on, they say to Heaven he was taken, while
Samael had his grip on my heart, and Uriel drove her flaming
sword across the gates, saying “Eve, under duress, seek a hollow
place.” My right rib redemption is Michael’s greatest work, and
I found Christ nailed to a tree, a wicked branch, cursed and wood.
He became my comfort in desolation, as I raised eight sons and
daughters, salt and sweet, earth and rain, grow from the topsoil,
gather the herbs, sing songs to the angels that have fallen over you.
To know Adamah is to be clay, but to be a bone of regret, the Sin
of Satan, just an afterthought in Genesis when in truth I had the
world as my cup to drink from. I walked out of the Garden alone.
I was scarred, I was bruised, I was starving. Hunger for knowledge
turns the best of us into serpents, Hayah Havah, Chavah, Aya.
These words flow like water from my mouth as Seth grows bold.
Lilith talks to me by the Red Sea, sister, be evil. Samael talks to
me from the crook of the river, Eve, come back to me. And Adam
haunts the between spaces of my diary of birch bark, Eve, please
Come Home. Home. What a triptych of ruin. What an overgrown
Garden. I never existed, I never will be, and yet, I AM. I AM.
I AM. An elegy of felix culpa. One bone of curiousity, built
of leftover detritus that God thought not fit a human being.
I birthed legions and legends. I birthed the stars. I birthed sin.
And in my toil, in my knowing, sweet things came from the vine,
and where they tore me open, I planted seeds, now flowers grow
in my wounds, and I hath become my own Garden. My own delight!
We are not defined by our sorrow, but rather our laughter, and outside
the gates of Paradise, mirth at all that was, all that is, all that shall be
is the wine we drink, long before Sacraments and Temples were dreamt
of, when herbs and sheep and mazes of labyrinths of Elohim were just
the beginning, in the Beginning was the Word, and it loved, and she was