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I Am Flawed


I am flawed, like he, like she, like we, an ancient plan, a map meant for me. My walk, my embrace of creation, of Love, has led me here, to me, to I, to self. O might I see! Might I sense the moment my curtain begins to drop upon this; my final act? Only my actions can conclude this tragicomedy that’s raging center stage.

Then what should I do? How should I begin? Will it arrive in me like an old and familiar song that swims in the spirit of all living things or might it come as a flood that tears down walls? The how, when, where, what, why and who truly matters least to my affections, to creation. I must embrace the darkness as well as the light and weave them into my waiting Love.

Truth, to me, can only be found when I accept my fellow travelers and their particular faith. Without individual belief I'd cease to be, no longer rising with joy as I move among my kith and kin. Let my embrace be free of any insecurity or greed. Instead, permit it breathe with an untainted kindness like a newborn’s purity and with laughter at play in my heart. Yes! I have realized my truth and carved out deceit!



© 2011 by mark prime

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