On The Nature Of The Soil We Are Grounded In

A mother planted a garden to feed her children
through the seasons, so her family were self reliant
for as long as her children were dependent on her. 

This garden was not like the one in The Bible,
it had no tree of the knowledge of good and evil
planted at the centre of it, to draw it to the children's attention.
The mother, herself, was the source of all wisdom.
She was never to be lightly asked the serious questions
about life outside the garden, or inside Mother herself, 
where such queries were left to multiply, unanswered.

The children grew up well nourished but ignorant,
their living so well reinforced their collective ignorance,
if they sought life outside of who they were dependent on
it was there to be found - but how to tell good from evil,
assuming they existed? Mother was no guide to them....

She forbade her children from asking her
how she too was caught between good and evil,
like the children would be when they left,
to raise their own vegetables on their own patch,
when they left her.....

The nature of good and evil lived on,
unobserved, on in the soil of the garden.....