It was a rather memorable moment, or should I say – historic? Not that there weren’t any other animals around. There were plenty. All of them named by homo sapiens, my allotted spouse. I wasn’t around during that name-giving process and his first wife, Lilith, had just left, so – just to clear things up – we women had no hand in taking dominion over the living things of the earth.
I made my entrance without preconceived ideas about my fellow creatures and made friends easily, while Adam – that is to say this ‘reasoning’ companion of mine – felt he had to rule them. Being on friendly terms with the other animals gave me access to objective information about the time before I was in Eden. About the two trees and the one rule, and about Lilith and why she left. Lilith’s best friend and ultimate confident was Snake. She was wise and patient, understanding and trustworthy. And I wanted to get to know her, naturally. More than anything else, really.
She was of the most amazing appearance. Her body was of a dark shade of green that seemed translucent, and the golden stripes on her back were like sunbeams on water, images forming and re-forming in ever-changing patterns. Her eyes were as clear as crystals, and just above them there was a golden sign drawn on her skin, powerful and mystical. I saw before me the most beautiful creature I had ever beheld.
Now, you might think you know what happened then but, let me tell you, they got it all wrong. We had a long conversation about life, power and knowledge. Of course we touched upon the subject of making one’s own decisions. From there it was only the tiniest step to eat the fruit.
Leaving Eden was a blessing. My life finally had some meaning – meaning that I myself could attribute to it. Though I never saw Snake again, I knew I would never forget this shining figure’s enchanting voice, and how she uttered the words which led to my freedom. And Adam’s too, by the way. Although he just followed the leader.
© jsmorgane (2003)
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That was the coolest damn thing I’ve read in a long time lol.
glad you enjoyed it
Lilith and the Secret of Tones
The ancient lore speaks of Lilith the foul
Sweet Sumerian, screeching night owl
Seeking dames of a feather
Casting sound spells, flocking together
Misty sirens hear them sing
We hear them all as our ears ring
Some of us fall upon the rocky beach
Some to flight beyond ocean’s reach
Mirror, mirror, oh mirror ball
Who is the fairest of them all?
Oh, but Sarah, lovely princess pure
Her voice the clearest, most dearest lure
In the rhyme of time, Lilith flies
Again and again reborn in disguise
Soft, gentle, as if to further
Something hidden within her worth her
The dream, the hope, the bidden foe
All man’s glory in the glow
Yet watch, for there is a chance of slight peace
As in McDonald’s tome of a beast
Oh better the whole story be told
And everyone be wiser, young and old
Watch, listen, feel the bold tone
You will be the rock…. or turned to stone
Stoned by Medusa, she herself did call
Her names were many before the fall
Adam’s first, or was it the moon’s child?
Tugged along tide, wet with ocean’s smile
Was she neutral with the angel’s Holy Grail
Or quite complicit with Samael’s tale?
Templars have wondered for generations past
To the present, the future, a reciprocal impasse
Androgyny’s children, the touch of orphan’s saint
Giving solace to those fumbling in ecstatic faint
Alchemic swirls of the aqua permanence
The philosophers gem surfacing to dance
Where is the treasure lost, hidden now-
Off the coast, in Oak Island’s frothy maw?
Even Lilith knows not where
The White Lady of Rosslyn keeps her chair….
In Rosslyn’s castle, and Holy Chapel Choir
Drifts the tone in stone of everyone’s desire
Played in the mist, along River Esk’s glen
Old Scotland, New Scotland, she taunts all men
With a treasure, it never fails to mesmerize
If one whispers just right by truth to wise
Some even say Lilith herself will appear
As the holy light, St Clair, so clear
Oh, but that may be the forgone illusion
The lighted law that leads to delusion
The cup that is full but never doth flows
Drawn in and out, pretending to glow
Aye, careful then, watch and learn
Forever her rhymes twist to turn
When you believe a part of you
Begs to love all of her crystal blue
That was way cool!
Wow, thanks for sharing this!
“moon’s child” – one of your many beautiful and clever images… Love it!
Morgane…now that name has some interesting connotations.
thanks….
Thank you, too, Ms Scarlet.