Eve..Once Again

She reads my mind..a mystic nomad in her tent, staring into a crystal ball..seeing me..seeing her as I write these lines..she smiles, and lights some incense..in an attempt to gather the powers of this and the other worlds..to have them implement the plan..it's working.

Eve has a hypnotic effect..an ancient gaze..one which is inherited through the genes..Aphrodite had that same gaze, Venus..Astarte..Diana, they all had the same gaze..the same eyes, the same mythical charm, there's something sad in those eyes..like the sadness in the eyes of The Virgin Mary, the sadness in the eyes of Hagar and Sarah, the sadness in the eyes of Aamina..a subtle sadness..one that is submissive to fate, but still..despite the sadness..you can see the future in her eyes..generations to come.

Eve..my Eve, is still watching...as I write these lines, and her call for the powers of the worlds to gather is being answered..as the long line of long lost Eves comes into congregation...Helen of Troy, Cleopatra and her foe Olympias, Balkis, Jeanne d'Arc..and the line stretches all the way back to the end of time, Eve is at work..giving color and scent to the black and white odorless world of "man" kind.

Eve looks into the crystal ball, deep into the future, maintaining her smile, she sees something..as the congregation circles around..seeing what she sees, they all smile, in an emanated divine revelation..each in her tongue..recites a prayer..blessing Eve, and what she..and they..are witnessing.