The new Garden of Eden
taken from ANARCHY OF SPIRIT: an epistle for ridiculous times, from early writings by Jack Haas: this is a rare, online book
And then along the way, somewhere amongst the confused trials of my erratic re-ascent, I met again the snake who also had taken me down, and again I bit into the apple given. But this time I took the bite only ...so as to spit it back into his disbelieving face. And then I said goodbye, good luck, left him in his wily hell, and I walked back into the Garden to feed evermore upon naught but mystery, love, and the Tree of Life.
If only I had always known how easy it was to pry apart those bars of separativeness. To walk through, to breath, to grin, to walk away.
Oh, if only I would have kept playing in the play of the soul and nothing more- to be wrapped, in the rapt, welcoming, fabulous stream.
I come now to offer aid to you who blunder on obliviously. I shall wash the mote out of your eye, so that with love you might weep the plank out of mine.
I have seen another possibility, another chance for freedom, as it were. And I will not go down without a fight. I have found the new garden in which grows no Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, but only the Tree of Life.
When finally you become tired of the world and its criminal misconceptions, perhaps only then you will seek to flee along with me. I stand in earnest welcome for your tired eyes.
There are different answers these days. Just live. Be kind and ruthless to yourself. Destroy the thoughts they gave you. Abandon every idea of right and wrong. Forget yourself at every moment. Give yourself away. Arrive at where you came from. Love without finishing.
You must simply leap without descending, and climb without holding on.
Come into this new garden, come in, gather it all up, eat your fill. Here you shall find no exile.
Early writings by Jack Haas: a rare, online book.