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Getting to Know Myself... Be in Belief (1)



Preamble:
When the sky had felled its rainbow my mind’s eye could then see, what a moment before, it could not…

The beams of light that danced of this, drained the ego and revealed my truth; the spirit and life of creation; Love…

As this thought reared in turn another, I pushed against it, that it might wait, allow me time to catch my breath…

Chorus:
“Do not imagine an outcome! Act! Your thoughts are strangling Love! Belief is all you’ll ever know.”

But my thoughts are my belief…

“Your thoughts are merely noise, it’s your belief that uncovers Love! If it were only your thoughts that made belief, you and you alone would be Love.”

But we’re all a part of Love...

"Yes, but not without the whole, for Love cannot be divided as land. Creation cannot be at odds with itself, it breathes as one, all, not some or none, but every part, all things, pure Love."

I pray every day!

“Wonderful! But when you pray in honesty to creation, to Love, without want or control (which you’ve none), then, and only then, might your eyes begin to see.”

Books tell me otherwise!

“Do not toy with Love as if it’s yours to spin, it isn’t and never will be, not until you love without thought…”

~

One:
Last night I had a conversation with a kindred spirit, and the night before and the night before that, as it’s been now for many days. I prayed for the answers to my exhausting riddle, just as I had the previous night and each time I was greeted by silence. I concluded that I needn't know what I couldn’t know. Then the light flickered long and bright and I realized that I was wrong. I must know Love. Creation requires it of me, demands that I seek it, that I search for answers, otherwise, I’m empty and unknown…

“You must yearn before you learn.”

Yes! I must attempt to discern Love to its very fullness, doing so will make my seeking and my purpose true.

Two:
My journey to belief began at birth. If anyone’s hindered the growth of my precious spirit, they've hindered the fullness of Love. If I do not embrace Love, I will never know that Heaven is indeed where I am…

“Sightlessness is an abomination to love.”

Three:
Do I really long to leave life’s dominion? Why? Could it be that I am trying to escape the collective truth, flee from the spirit as if it were flawed at inception? If the original gift, creation’s masterpiece, Love, is what I've concluded I've need of escaping, imagine what waits upon my lovelessness? That, my brothers and sisters, is the one question I’ll not pray to know…

“Pray you never.”

Four:
If belief, the most precious of journeys, begins at birth’s inception and then, if I feel I can cease my walk because I imagine I’ve figured it all out, or I attempt to make a doctrine of my thought, then I’ll know neither belief nor myself and Love will forsake me...

Chorus:
“If you think you have belief pegged, you’ll soon find that you’re blind. If you’re sightless to the inherent disbelief found in the unknowable conclusion of truth, then what you imagine you know, without further seeking, is neither creation... nor Love.”


© 2011 by mark prime

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