African (Pock) Ironwood

African (Pock) Ironwood

A menagerie of aroma rose from the garden called Eden, where overwhelmed was the young and spirited, so named, ‘Eve’. Eve felt the strength of the full-grown great white ironwood citrus against her flesh.  In her Divine nakedness, Eve closed her eyes to receive and relish in intoxication of invisible shaded balmy breezes of mid-May as the air moved through her long thick shimmering black hair.  The scent of bitter-sweet citrus moved her senses, taking her to realms she had not until this moment experienced.  As ‘Eve’ allowed a massage of warm breezes brush her deep-dark skin, she became entranced to unawareness of sounds made of an entity making its way down out of canopy of the Ironwood where she stood.  Eve closed her eyes as she stretched upward, taking in a long deep breath of enchanting citrus.  Upon opening her eyes, ‘Eve’ then did see the large looming figure of color; yellows and greens, and blacks and reds: A creature of menacing glean of purposeful intent that did paralyze Eve as she became incensed of fear, making the grave mistake of gazing into the creature’s eyes, insuring a hypnotic spell had been caste.

The large and formidable figure of a serpent did take great lustful pleasure in its triumph of overcoming Eve’s innocence as it moved ever slowly toward her.  Even in her trance, Eve did know the serpent’s visit was intentional.  She felt the silky-soft yet heavy and cold movements of the serpent’s large head move across her right shoulder as it slithered its way between her breasts—stimulating within her a newfound unknown emotion; a pleasure of the flesh.

The serpent gently moved its body of cold matter further toward Eve’s warmed abdomen, meeting the softness of her feminine frame.  In her trance of mortal spell, Eve felt enumerable waves of pleasure in conscious abandonment of self-control as she succumbed to passions of the flesh.  In preying upon Eve’s vulnerable young feminine inclinations, the serpent took great satisfaction in presumption of belief that it had beguiled Eve’s divine nature—a thought given to sinful and insatiable mortal feeling intent on defaming eternal promise of intellect, truth, and evolution: A supposed ‘s i n’ of physical, mental, and spiritual legacy did the figure of a serpent mean to make placement upon Eve’s Holy virtue—one of malevolent untruth of “mortal sin” of flesh and blood of physical experience.  The serpent did so name such ‘sin’ . . . guilt.  The serpent had presumed corruption now lay waste Love’s essence.  This, the serpent did to accomplish purposeful self-justification; an envious coward’s move to disgrace humanity’s intellectual mentality; a beauty of intuition come of entropy’s force of true intent.  Indeed, unbeknown-st to the wicked figure of a serpent, was woman’s privileged beginnings; a private intention of higher purpose which did dispelled a deceit of unjust affair.  Love, that being Eve’s begotten nature, can be tormented of sensibilities, but a woman’s will of heart will never betray a loyalty of responsibility to Love through a disparity of self-disrespect of purpose.

The genius of beauty—that which is of the feminine, remains as intended for preservation of Love to reign eternal, mortal, and immortal; a bearing of spiritual essence of expression and Universal form of intent.  The serpent of malicious favor was the one who was tempted, and thus rendered riled and unable to resist Eve’s ‘powers’ of innocence, beauty, and seduction of a nature imagined and achieved of a ‘God’ of perfective Love.  The serpent, by way of ignorant arrogance and self-assured willful self-professed godliness, was the one who was unaware of its own imperfection, and thusly become perpetually angered and tempered toward the ‘God’ of Love and all manner of creation made of Love, and so did chose to be unreflective of the things of equality in all things of matter.  The serpent did so vow to curse and make all malevolence in attempt to usurp life and light for all moment, and for as long as humanity remained in boundary of given place, because malevolence refused to acknowledge a humility of benevolence; a power greater than itself.  An idea of dis-harmony did reign in the minds of men thereafter, in continuance of a darkness of false unworthiness of heart, mind, and spirit.  Until a moment mankind did gather back all their pieces and arranged them differently aside of what the serpent of chaos had so wickedly proposed. ©

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A liar can never have last word over Love’s will, for in the end, the insinuators of doubt cannot change what has already been clarified.  It was ‘She’ who was the first woman, and from ‘She’, all human life did come, as was her ‘Holy’ purpose.

 

 

 

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( Credit image: article and photo by posted Abu Shawka
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