But a state we are called to become.
Before I was born,
Before breath borrowed my body,
I was silent.
Whole.
One with all Presence.
There was no name, no story,
Only stillness...
And the Creator God within it.
When I borrowed a body,
I was made to forget
Where I had come from,
And where I was going.
But I feel...
Eden is not somewhere “out there” I’m heading towards,
But the true stillness
That makes all stories seem like noise.
A Divine Stillness,
Free from ego and self-seeking.
Our souls fear “non-existence,”
Fear letting go of the body we’ve grown used to,
The wealth we’ve accummulated,
The praises we’ve chased and perhaps earned,
But within the ONE PRESENCE,
Is where eternal rest lives.
Perhaps that "lost paradise" is not a place we return to after death.
Perhaps it is a state we are born carrying.
Eden is not a land flowing with honey and wine,
But hearts flowing with peace.
Eden is not the fruit we were forbidden to touch,
But a life of moral beauty,
Walking gently in truth.
It continues to grow:
Each time we forgive,
And bless those who wronged us.
Each time we embrace without conditions.
Each time we choose calm over chaos,
Cooperation over competition,
Love over ego.
Perhaps “Rest In Peace” (RIP)
Is not just a final phrase etched in stone —
Perhaps it is the true calling of life itself.
And perhaps the real Eden
Is not outside of us,
But within us,
From the beginning
And for ETERNITY.
Let us re-listen to what we were made to forget.
πΏπ