Genes glue the Garden of Eden together.
A story from nothing. Space.
Coagulating from unearthly darkness -
spirals unravelled from twitching stars;
the light which was.
Breath which was water.
Will which was spirit.
Love, Who is the mystery.
Stars became a garden.
As one movement: named Evolution.
Uncoiling from one moment of grace.
One touch of love among the volatile
heavens: an alien green idea. A dream.
From Eden came this lily in my hand -
white as the day she could luxuriously
be called ‘Lily’ in the slowly evolving
principle of Name; her composition out
of water, mud, oneness, means a flower.
The luminous bones of all being shining
through her skin, perfumed with Heaven.
A white word in the originality of Eden -
written as a green and blue poem in Time.
As our name will one day be called gently
from the garden. Which is Adam and Eve.
Shedding ourselves as sun-dependent leaves.
Decomposing in Eden’s earth: seed recycled
back to the starry spores of existence:
magical root of DNA. Called Genesis.