stillness ceases the mind,
wind echoes from some where else
leaves rustle an orchestral manoeuvre
the bird secret knowledge 
the insects industry
the dogs dream
the garden of eden is alive and well
the garden of eden is pulsing with life
the garden of eden is knowledge itself
the garden of eden is in your heart
the apple tree blues was a trick of the mind
the snake itself was the inner all seeing eye
the angels whispered in a language not heard
the woman and man played indifferently.

but now we know, both male and female
now we have knowledge and are separated
ironically we know nothing
ironically we have words to name things
ironically we think we know
ironically we have fallen 

only to rise.