One time, God was sitting under a tree, listening to the mellow sounds floating above Linos lyre. The man had magical hands and divine ears, so as his brother Orpheus.
The other time, God was listening to Heracles play, with a bloody lyre, freshly soaked with Linos blood.
There was also time when God wouldn't listen to anyone. Like Zeus almost never did.
There was this garden, people used to say, a place where one could dwell for as many years as one lifetime can give. Yet emerge from it and you will find your self to be at the exact moment you were about to enter it. Lovers, entrusted with forbidden love, used to dwell there, people said.
One time, Zeus burned it to ashes.
The other time he raised it from ashes and made the garden even more beautiful. Full with black, like her hair, and blue, like her eyes, flowers. With a tree in the middle, with golden apples, like his hair, and with emerald green leaves, like his eyes.*
The gardens of Hesperides. Where a serpent-like dragon Ladon guards the tree and it's immortality-giving fruits. Where no mere mortal can enter any more. Where one time God was sitting. Under the tree, created in a man's image. Listening to Heracles praising his deeds, whilst Atlas was holding the heavens. God new, he was stealing from Hera's garden, but he also knew, he was helping Heracles to earn his glory, his 'kleos', 'Hera' 'kleos'.
* Maloe and Lakenae.
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ReplyDeleteKazikaip dievai man ruka ant akiu buvo uzleide ir bande apsaugoti mano nuo sito rasytinio grozio. So smoooooth and that's the way I like it. Puikiai padirbeta:)
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