The key to perfect living, and perfect love, and perfect peace |
We frolicked in the Garden, a paradise of play and made love in the open light of newly fashioned Day Naked joy and innocence the charge of our advent we tasted perfect peace and love on fresh laid firmament It was not lust or folly which broke the hearts of men. 'twas not from the Tree of Pleasure that we forsook the first Garden. Recall your bedtime stories sweet voices from your past It was the Tree of self famed Knowledge that our pleasures didn't last The Maker fashioned passions; enraptured lovers wild, untamed. Yet by their own foul judgement Mankind traded bliss for bane The key to perfect passion with all those whom we enjoin, Embrace our first formed natures And be by innocence entwined True love, is love unhindered by thoughts of wrong or right Forsaking ill taught judgements we may once more feel the light That Serpent's foul temptation the base of all despair The Good Lord pleads "Love Mercy" And thus Paradise repair So cast off sour Religion Let your Shoulds and Shoulden'ts die Become a steadfast lover Of whatever's caught your eye Seeking purity and purpose in knowing we live right The image first presented Is the key to perfect life... Lovers in the garden Warmed by fresh formed light Knowing one another Free from Judgement's deadly bite |