The Most Beautiful Place

O Most beautiful of places like a whisper read me ...if you read me...in hushed tones "Lace and fineness" not for me Sweet salty sea and a sand colored shore the lines are long ...slender ... smooth ...an ever horizon upon which I rise the hills and valleys are silken paleness sheened by light a channel runs down the middle to a small perfect fount into which I dip my spirit and am purified baptized...cleansed of all earthly things I rest ...but for a moment for there is a mysterious forest beyond plush... warm and verdant and beyond that... lies the source of all evil ...and good I am Eve I am the garden... and you are my soul's seed ...the forbidden apple that awakens I am the ocean ...come to rock me you turn me from stone to ice...from ice to rain...from rain to river...from river to sea...from sea to light...from light to dark...from dark to illuminati that I may forever rise and rise again upon your perfect pale shore and come to understand...the true value of all things