GENESIS 3........

by **Harry** Thu Jul 30, 2015 1:22 pm

Genesis 3

1 But the serpent, watcher, magician,
Was more cunning and for sedition,
Cunning, wise, not more naked than
Any wild beast YHWH Ælohim
Had made. He said to the woman
"Has Ælohim said what you dream
'You shall not eat of every tree
That's in the garden'?" So then she,
The woman said to the serpent
"We may eat fruit the trees present
Within the garden, but the fruit
Of that tree, which you may dispute,
Is in the middle of the garden
Ælohim said, begging your pardon,
'You shall not eat nor even touch of it,
Or you will die,' and that's as much of it."
4 The watcher said to the woman,
"You will not surely die. 5 "The ban
Is that Ælohim knows the day
You eat from it, then your eyes may
Be opened and you will be like
Exalted ones, judges who strike
A pose of knowing all things better,
Both good and evil to the letter."

I have not eaten of the bidden fruit
Nor blackened hand in any sinful suit,
Yet I know very well both right and wrong
Whose teeth in human hide continue strong
Wherever interest and self-interest grow.
Just ask me, my Beloved, see if I know.
No serpent-watcher hands me luscious things,
Yet I do eat as well as queens and kings,
At least I munch the quartered grape and seed
And with the nut, I have all that I need.
And knowing right from wrong by revelation,
I guess I'm ripe for every allegation.
I die, but You, Beloved, live on and on.
So may I live in Your eternal dawn.

6 So when the woman saw that tree
Was good for food, and pleasantly
Appealing to the wondering eyes,
A tree desired to make one wise,
A tree like Muhammad, desired,
She took the fruit and ate, inspired.
She also gave her husband who
Was with her, and he ate it too.
7 Then opened were the eyes of both,
They knew their nakedness, by troth,
As opposed to their being wise,
And sewed fig leaves about their thighs.
8 And then they heard the thunder sounding,
The voice of YHWH Ælohim bounding
Throughout the garden at the breath
Of day, at evening. Fearing death,
Both man and wife hid from the coming
Of YHWH Ælohim, both succumbing
To fears of Pleasure garden's breeze
As the Lord walked among the trees.

Into the garden where I hear Your voice,
Let me not hide myself, but make my choice
To come into the gallows, give my life,
And sacrifice myself, gift without strife,
That Self may be the only One I know.
I come into the Pleasure grounds where grow
The trees of knowledge and of life with fruit
For all, but I prefer to taste the soot
Of sacrifice, let others have the gain.
I wait within the garden for the rain.
The joyous thunder of Your song reveals
Creation's purity and dancing reels,
And as I wait I hear Your voice come near,
And I stand trembling, waiting without fear.

9 Then YHWH Ælohim called the man,
And sang his loved name as he ran,
"Adam, Adam, where are you, man?"

If every man is Adam, You call me,
Beloved, and search through valley, bush and tree.
Find me here where I am and never leave,
I answer Your call and I pluck Your sleeve,
Turn now, Beloved, and show Your divine face
To everyone who waits in time and place.
Ah when Your face appears, I disappear,
And though I hide from You, it's not from fear,
But only since by searching can be found
Your one face only from the stars to ground.
When You call me, I only start to be,
And when You look again, You find not me
But You alone who are the all in all.
And so I answer, though You call and call.

10 And he said "I heard Your voice in
The garden, and I feared my sin
Since I was naked, so I hid."
11 And He said "Who has raised the lid
Revealing you were naked, did
You eat from that tree that I told
You not to eat from, were you bold?
12 Then the man said "The woman whom
You gave to be with me, made room
For me beside her at the tree
And gave me fruit to eat for free."

Beloved, no man can lie to You, no fear!
The bald and simple truth must just appear
When You ask questions and demand our fate.
You ask, and no one's answer can be late.
No plan nor thought nor any fond excuse
Is there to shift the blame, is any use.
So rare is simple truth I barely can
See that in these expressions of the man.
He merely states the woman gave the fruit.
He casts no blame, he does not aim the boot.
Ah my Beloved, how clearly You decide
To turn from truth to truth and yet not slide!
Create in me the truth alone and speak
Without a hidden motive in my cheek.

13 And YHWH Ælohim said to her,
The woman, "What did you incur?"
The woman said "The watcher came
Deceived me saying wise for shame
Of nakedness. I ate, his blame."

Deceived! You gallantly accept the woman's word.
Leave not my sinful actions undeterred!
What courage to revolt if I can blame
The passing serpent trickster for my shame!
Ah, truth takes precedence to policy.
The fact was there was trickster in the tree.
Deceived by plays on words, a naked room
Instead of insight into fruit and bloom,
And now my eyes, unveiled and open, show
Me neither wisdom nor new life. I go
In search of love instead, since knowledge flies
And life is dead. Now greater hopes arise,
That neither know nor live, but find in You,
Beloved, the Knowing, Living, and the True.

14 Then YHWH Ælohim turned His gaze
Upon the serpent, read his ways,
"Because you have done this, you are
Cursed more than cattle, more by far
Than wild beast of the field, and so
Upon your belly you shall go
And eat the dust of all your life.
15 And I'll put enmity and strife
Between you and the woman, and
Between your offspring and the hand
Of her offspring, and he shall bruise
Your head, and you his heel, you lose."

Belovèd, which of Eve's sons had the wit
To bruise the serpent's head, whose heel was hit
By that sharp fang that fascinated Eve
And Adam? As I read, I don't believe
I find that story there for Abel, Cain
Or Seth. The mortal dust of all has lain
In quiet in the tomb for centuries,
(No resurrections enter in here, please!)
While no one's heel is bruised and no head aches.
And yet Your words were written for our sakes.
The lovely Hebrew syllables require
No meaning to set heart with love on fire.
I still look round for injured heel and head
With body watered and my soul well-fed.

16 And to the woman He said "I
Will greatly multiply your cry,
And your conception will bring sorrow,
Your children will give pain tomorrow,
Your passion for your husband will
Give comfort for your children's ill.

With every choice there comes a divine grace.
The woman chose the fruit and its disgrace
To know that You, Beloved, would intervene
To tell her future and what might have been.
The grace was just to know before the fact
That brother against brother in vile act
Would seal the fate of both, the one to die
To life, the other one to live to die. That's why
Her great desire turned back to the one man
Whose impregnation started the wild plan.
No other comfort could assuage the pain
Born from her sons, she suffered sun and rain.
Is it a grace indeed, Beloved, to know
The future tragedy? I don't think so.

17 To Adam He said "Because you
Have followed your wife's voice to do
The wrong thing and eat from the tree
Of which I told you 'Let it be
And do not eat,' Cursed is the ground
For your sake, and in toil is found
Your bread as long as you shall live.
18 Both thorns and thistles it shall give
Forth for you, like a fugitive
You shall eat the wild herb of field,
Like animals, the green leaf's yield.

My lost dominion's that I eat the herb.
My salad plate will whet but never curb
My vulture's appetite. With my wings clipped
I've plucked bud leaf of thistle and I've sipped
Its nectar till it seemed too sweet for more.
My punishment is grace, and grace in store.
Beloved, curse me the ground again and give
The purple thistle and it's fruit to live,
And I shall toil my days and nights of life,
Relinquishing no peace and love for strife.
Though seed and fruit and leaf remain my meat,
The taste of these is neither good nor sweet
Compared to fasting in Your loving pleasure.
I lose dominion, but find You, my treasure.

19 "With face in sweat you shall eat bread
Until back to the earth you're led,
For out of the earth you were taken,
And made of earthly dust forsaken,
And to that dust you shall return,
The humble dust you shall not spurn."

Return to dust, my Love? Then let it be
That dust at first from which You fashioned me.
My dust is dear because it felt Your hand,
Received Your breath and gained the power to stand.
Your hand and breath could consecrate my life.
Your hand and breath may cut me like a knife,
But still there is no loss to self and soul.
Let dust and dust alone be my life's goal.
The hand that fashioned me must still remain.
Return to dust can only be my gain,
As breath that once went out returns at last
Into that home where my Beloved is fast
And bound to me forever and for good.
Let dust return and be as dusty would.

20 And Adam called his wife Eve , mother
Of every living sister, brother.

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