The conversation continues . . .
If you are sad,
Your feet have forgotten that once they walked
In the Garden of Eden: that place where
We knew how magical we are,
Where we swam in love and unity.
But this bliss, unearned, was unappreciated,
And so we left,
So that we may
Learn again of our divinity.
You are so magical,
You are incarnate bliss:
Like a rose that waits for you to reach and gather it,
So our souls bloom and bloom and one day we ourselves
That all we have to do is reach for it,
And joy will truly be ours—
We will be one with god
And conscious of it.