The Garden in Brazil 

This Morning 
After a nightmare
I can’t change,
I awoke in a garden
In love with Eve 
And the snake,
Savouring the apple,
Trusting my intuition.

Together at Noon
Totally pursuing 
Pinnacle power,
Finding enough to make 
A mass difference,
Loving the hard work,
Building not pyramids 
But Jerusalem.

This Evening
Eve and I,
Stepping out to celebrate,
Issue an invitation: 
Come friends and family 
And strangers unknown,
Let us go dancing 
On a carnival date.

Now at Night 
Let us roost, make love 
To create paradise
For kids to come.
Join us now 
In this Eden
To sleep well,
Before it’s too late.

A Daily Office


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