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.

Then 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.


Part 2: Nurturing Gardens

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