Then, wisdom grew from fruit
and time was a seedling.
All creatures spoke the same,
hymns of bats, the breath of horses.
We were winged and freedom
was etched on the soles of our feet.
Pathways in the earth and sky were
known not charted.
We step naked into the blazing sun
bare ourselves to golden rivers and
awesome tidal thunder.
Dali and The Garden of Eden
art by José Roosevelt, a Brazilian Surrealist, illustrator/painter.