A Picture of Eden

The water...darkly flowing,
yet not a dark thing to fear, but to welcome.
The delicate touch of something
unfamiliar to our being,
an awareness that is growing;
an awareness that will never leave
once it has been experienced.
It is a sensation that must be believed:
The belief becomes a desire, all-knowing,
forcing us to accept all we see,
whether we have come to trust it or not.

The memories...from the past,
of those who came together before us,
slowly begin to play upon our minds.
A subconscious realization of the others:
Those whose memories remain steadfast,
clinging to each new touch and sigh;
adding a new awareness to our joining.
We sense the soft warmth of their breath
upon our bodies, enfolding us in unsurpassed
wave after wave of trembling pulsebeats,
where two hearts now beat as one.

The land...fresh and alive,
with grasses and trees unknown to us;
their colors ever-changing.
Shimmering violet mists live on the water,
while turquoise and golden hues survive,
as the sky reflects their essence.
We are welcome in this place,
in this land of mystery and beauty.
It is then that we finally realize:
These are our own long-lost memories;
We have come home...we are home.

Lora Frikken ~ 1-2003