The Spirit planted a garden on its holy mountain in the east.
It was sown with trees whose fruits were blazing jewels:
diamond, sapphire, and agate, emerald, sardonyx and cornelian, opal,
beryl, and topaz, malachite, garnet and amethyst.
In the centre of the garden grew the tree
of life; four streams, of milk, honey,
wine and oil issued from its roots.
The golden leaves and bright, crimson jewels which adorned
its branches, surpassed in beauty all the other created things,
and its glorious crown threw a radiant shadow over the garden.
The garden in the east was tended by Yva, the mother of all living.
…Face of moving water
Breathing in water
The water a breathing face…
Today I will speak to you
For, today, we hold a race
A sprint to the death
Whose spirit yields to the swiftest
The fleetest of foot…
He, who with the most fateful
Imagination of mind
Can picture the year
through a carnival of fear…
It is he whom we call great
He, who grants freedom to stars.
Yva followed on Abadam’s heels, “O Abadam,”
she cried, “you have walked in the garden in the
east, where every precious stone was your covering.
You were a sealer of the sum, whose works and trappings were
prepared, and set all about you, on the day you were created.
You were a guardian of the Holy-Mountain,
anointed in the shadow of the Sacred-Tree.
You were perfect in wisdom and filled with beauty,
and you walked with the Spirit amidst the stones-of-fire.
Yet, for me, you have relinquished all of this.
I will come with you, wherever you may go.”