This, to me, is an image of freedom. My poem is about man's freedom, or Adam's to be more specific.

How lucky Adam was. He knew when he said a good thing, nobody had said it before. – Mark Twain

In the garden, before Adam ate 

the fruit, was he whole?  

He knew good, seemed naïve,  

blissfully oblivious to suffering and  

creative madness or muses alighting  

on his mind and beckoning him with  

their ethereal hands to design,  

to live spontaneously and freely.  

His freedom seemed partial,  

echoes of innocence that would have 

never transcended into a din of  

understanding, he didn’t know  

bewitching thoughts  

and darker, murkier undertows  

questioning faith and urging him  

to stand in blurry antechambers of doubt  

until epiphany set the mirrors in place,  

the tables and the chairs where  

they belong. After eating the fruit,  

was Adam whole? 

Seized by lust and devoured by  

pitch-black currents, often oblivious to  

the inner workings of his heart,  

the first man, a magnificent ruin,  

a broken monument of innocence lost,  

reason gained, but flawed,  

understanding darkened by sin,  

heading towards Babylon, a city  

of lights, promising much, but  

lacking in substance, the golden palaces,  

the silver streets, the walks of fame,  

the ideas, the theories, the new ways 

of living, looking great, but covered in  

a haze, trying in vain to  

see through the unnatural, eerie mist. 

What, then, is freedom?  

Is it going about everyday activities,  

suppressing inspiration’s spark 

and trudging through the snow? 

Is it babbling in philosophical tongues 

about concepts which never stand the  

test of time?  

Is it harnessing creative impetus and  

fashioning a world full of flaws, 

one that will never be perfect? 

Did it ever exist?  

Before, and after the fall was man  

ever whole? If he wasn’t, then how  

does he represent God’s image?  

Inspired by Rollo May’s Man’s Search For Himself

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August 22, 2022 5:50 am

I would love a taste of living the before times. So many stories written around a Utopia, I don’t think I’m the only one who dreams of it. 🤔

August 22, 2022 10:10 am

Until we taste that, forbidden, fruit, we will, never know what the, other side has to offer us, and yet, once we had a taste of that forbidden fruit, there’s, no way we can, ever return, back to our, original and, unaware, state.

August 22, 2022 7:22 pm

Trying again to comment. I wish I could remember what I originally said haha! First, I said your poetry is exquisite, but what I really like is the fact that it makes me think deeply. WAS Adam whole before and/or after? And by extension, are we? Can we be? Eve was convinced to take the apple. Adam followed her lead. Funny it’s not the other way around, don’t you think? A man following a woman, into sin no less.

Dawn Pisturino
August 22, 2022 7:58 pm

Wow! An amazing poem, Nitin. Powerful and profound.

Tricia Sankey
August 23, 2022 6:04 am

Great questions! The story has so many interpretations and I think truth on so many levels. But was he whole, before? Was his innocence a type of ignorance? I don’t know exactly. But I think made in the image of God is not necessarily meaning “whole.” I think we are like the phrase “a chip off the old block” we are fractals. I only feel whole with Christ! 💓

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